I liked him first, but it doesn't matter. I still like him. That doesn't matter either. Or at least, it's not supposed to.
Elizabeth ScottIt could be enough, maybe, or at least a start, but the problem is that at night I tumble into dreams that aren't dreams at all. I tumble into memories and wake up aching for a dying world and a quiet, cold life that offered me nothing but sitting in a still room.
Elizabeth Scott