Well, it's nice to have a dream. But it's even nicer when there's a remote possibility of it coming true.

You cannot outwalk your problems. Can never run fast enough to evade them completely.

I guess by now I should know enough about loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone-you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence.

Though I have to admit, I had a good laugh when I realized you thought I was a bloodsucker." He smiles. "Oh, well excuse me. I mean since there are immortals running around, I figure we may as well bring on the faeries, wizards, werewolves, and—" I shake my head. "I mean jeez, you talk about all this like it's normal!

So cute how you called out for Damen after conjuring that chaste little love scene in your head.

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?

So it's a yes, then?" To blue-corn pancakes or being your girlfriend?