You're strictly a tulip girl—a red tulip girl.

But the moment our eyes meet, I'm right back under his spell, a helpless hunk of steel to his irresistible magnet.

The love of every single one of my lives.

We spend our lives getting caught up in all the wrong things--led astray by our minds, our egos, seeing ourselves as separate from each other, rather than listening to the truth that lies within our own hearts, the truth that we are all connected, we are all in it together.

...in the end, all I want is to be with him. It's the only way my life feels complete.

The heart knows no logic, and rarely corresponds with the brain.

He looks at me, the light in his eyes fractures into millions of bits—a kaleidoscope of darkness that may never be fixed.