Yes, Heaven Forbid I Not Be Protected

Are You Still Faint From The Run? Or Was It My Kissing Expertise?

Before You, Bella, My Life Was Like A Moonless Night. Very Dark, But There Were Stars, Points Of Light And Reason. ...and Then You Shot Across My Sky Like A Meteor. Suddenly Everything Was On Fire; There Was Brilliancy, There Was Beauty. When You Were Gone, When The Meteor Had Fallen Over The Horizon, Everything Went Black. Nothing Had Changed, But My Eyes Were Blinded By The Light. I Couldn’t See The Stars Anymore. And There Was No More Reason, For Anything.

No One Dressed By Me Ever Looks Like An Idiot.

Let Her See Me Clearly.

It's Easier To Come Up With New Stories Than It Is To Finish The Ones You Already Have. I Think Every Author Would Feel That Way.