I said it, just like that. No stupid jokes, no changing the subject. For once, I wasn't embarrassed, because it was the truth. I had fallen. I think I had always been falling. And she might as well know, if she didn't already, because there was no going back now. Not for me.

I needed to touch her, like I needed to breathe.

I want you here. I don't care if it's a hundred degrees and every blade of grass dies. Without you, none of that matters to me.

Was it worth it? Feeling better for a minute or two, knowing that the cold would still be out there waiting?

Mortals. Everything is so black and white to you.

Funny thing is, until I met you all I wanted to do was to get as far away from here as I could. Kind of ironic, isn't it? Can't get much farther away than where I"m going, and now I'd give anything to stay.

falling not flying one lost muddy shoe like the lost worlds between me and you