It Makes Me . . . Anxious

Hasn’t Anyone Ever Told You? Life Isn’t Fair.

Kiss Me, Jacob. Kiss Me, And Then Come Back.

For Almost Ninety Years I’ve Walked Among My Kind, And Yours… All The Time Thinking I Was Complete In Myself, Not Realizing What I Was Seeking. And Not Finding Anything, Because You Weren’t Alive Yet.

I Felt Like I Was Trapped In One Of Those Terrifying Nightmares, The One Where You Have To Run, Run Till Your Lungs Burst, But You Can't Make Your Body Move Fast Enough... But This Was No Dream, And, Unlike The Nightmare, I Wasn't Running For My Life: I Was Racing To Save Something Infinitely More Precious. My Own Life Meant Little To Me Today.

I Think She's Having Hysterics. Maybe You Should Slap Her.