Her hands were freezing, just like they always were, so I warmed them, just like I always did.
What is the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?
This is myself, baby. All of my selves. I own each and every one of them. I know who I'm pretending to be and who I am." The look he gives me is withering. "Do you?
I'll be your mess, you be mine That was the deal that we had signed
Sacrifice, that's what we do for the people we love.
I’ve been feeling something else. Like I’m about to be sucked into something powerful and painful.