It's Always Better To Be Kind. I'm

It's Important For Me To Be Free And Know I'm Acting For Myself. I Do Things Because I Want To, And That's Important. You Want To Be Your Own Person.

His Gold Eyes Grew Very Soft. “you Said You Loved Me.” “you Knew That Already,” I Reminded Him, Ducking My Head. “it Was Nice To Hear, Just The Same.” I Hid My Face Against His Shoulder. “i Love You,” I Whispered. “you Are My Life Now,” He Answered Simply. There Was Nothing More To Say For The Moment. He Rocked Us Back And Forth As The Room Grew Lighter.

The Laughter In His Deep-set Black Eyes, The Feverish Heat Of His Big Hand Around Mine, The Flash Of His White Teeth Against His Dark Skin, His Face Stretching Into The Wide Smile That Had Always Been Like A Key To A Secret Door Where Only Kindred Spirits Could Enter.

You…made…me…faint,” I Accused Him Dizzily. “what Am I Going To Do With You?” He Groaned In Exasperation. “yesterday I Kiss You, And You Attack Me! Today You Pass Out On Me!” I Laughed Weakly, Letting His Arms Support Me While My Head Spun. “so Much For Being Good At Everything,” He Sighed. “that's The Problem.” I Was Still Dizzy. “you're Too Good. Far, Far Too Good.

Two Voices Struggled Inside Me. One That Wanted To Be Good And Brave, And One That Told The Good One To Keep Her Mouth Shut.