Have I ever told you how much I love you, Ever? Have I? Ever, Ever?
I love you," I whisper. "And I love you." He smiles, his lips seeking mine. "Always have. Always will.
Forgiveness is healing. Especially forgiving yourself
Of course, I didn't kill them. They're just taking a little ... siesta, that's all.
Six hundred years is an awfully long time, Ever. So long it's impossible for either of us to imagine. Though it is more than enough time to rack up a few dirty skeletons for the old metaphorical closet, right?
Everything passes. Everything experiences the birth and death cycle.