The fact is, the heart and mind aren't always friendly. And in my case, they're barely speaking.

But I've strayed so far from normal now, I'll never find my way back. And the truth is, I no longer want to.

And just as I start to move past him, my hip accidentally rubs against his, and his face is so close, and his eyes so deep, that I can't help but lift my fingers to his smooth, sculptured cheek. Then without even thinking, I close my eyes, lean in, and kiss him.

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

What we think about, what we concentrate on, will always, always, be reflected on the outside.

Because sometimes there's more worth in silence than noise. Sometimes everything you need to know is contained in that small quiet space. Sometimes we get so caught up in distraction and noise and seeking other people's approval we forget the quiet seed of truth that lives in our hearts. But just because we fail to tune in to it, doesn't mean it's not there.

Damen, seriously, you must know I don't love you because you're immortal, I love you because you're you.