You Destroy My Life Then Feed Me

I Felt Like Someone Had Ripped My Heart Out And Tossed It Across The Other Side Of The Room. There Was A Burning, Agonizing Pain In My Chest, And I Had No Idea How It Could Ever Be Filled. It Was One Thing To Accept That I Couldn't Have Dimitri. It Was Something Entirely Different To Realize Someone Else Could.

Then It's Settled," I Said. "we'll Do A Dream Conference Call." That Love And Rapture Faltered. "wait. How Is It Settled? How Did We Go From Me Declaring My Love For You To Me Being Okay With A Dream?" "it's Adrian Ivashkov Logic. Don't Try To Understand It. Just Roll With It.

You Know, I Might Miss Some Of Your Witticisms When You’re Gone, But One Thing I Won’t Miss? Your Overwhelming Sense Of Melodrama And Despair. It’s Too Much Even For Me.

Why Not The Bahamas? Or The Corn Palace?

How Is Angeline?” Asked Dimitri. “is She Improving?” Eddie And I Exchanged Glances. So Much For Avoiding Her Indiscretions. “improving How Exactly?” I Asked. “in Combat, In Following The Dress Code, Or In Keeping Her Hands To Herself?” “or In Turning Off Caps-lock?” Added Eddie. “you Noticed That Too?” I Asked. “hard Not To,” He Said.