It's not that kind of love. It's the real kind. The unconditional kind. The nonjudgemental kind. Not the physical kind. I love you as a fellow soul who inhabits this earth. I love you as a fellow immortal. I love you because I finally understand what made you the way you are. And if I could change it, I would. But I can't—so I choose to love you instead. And my hope is that my acceptance of you will spur you to do something good too, but if not—" I shrug. "At least I can say I tried.

Fear separates--makes us feel alone--disconnected--while love--love does just the opposite--it unites. {shadowland}

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

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

Aw, now look at that, you're being sarcastic, aren't you?

Somewhere in the crowd was at least one potential friend who'd understand the fundamental value of goofing off. Because if not, how boring would that be?

Haven's warm, clammy palms press hard against my cheeks as the tarnished edge of her silver skull ring leaves a smudge on my skin.