Would You Please Tell Me What You

After All The Planets And All The Hosts You've Left Behind, You've Finally Found The Place And The Body You'd Die For. I Think You've Found Your Home, Wanderer.

I Have An Immature, Homer Simpson-like Tendency To Giggle When I Say The Words 'seminal Fluids' In Public.

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.

You Are...well, Not Exactly The Love Of My Life, Because I Expect To Love You For Much Longer Than That. The Love Of My Existence." -bella

Now You Know," I Said Lightly, And Shrugged. "no One's Ever Loved Anyone As Much As I Love You.