That's The Thing: We Didn't Really Care.

He Looked At Me Like I Was Beautiful.

I Think Of Grace And Feel A Sharp Pain In My Chest.

"kent?" I Say, And My Voice Seems To Have To Rise From Inside The Fog, Taking Forever To Get From My Brain To My Mouth. "yeah?" "promise You'll Stay Here With Me?" I Say. "i Promise," He Whispers.

I Love You. They Can't Take It Away.

And You Can't Love, Not Fully, Unless You Are Loved In Return.