And then there are the rare ones who know love, who understand it. Who freely give of themselves, demanding only a return of that love,that trust.

Life was going on, and no one but a handful of people cared if I lived or died.

The undead did not love, but they remembered love with a savage loyalty.

Wait until the sun sets tonight, and if we are both here to see it, then my heart will break knowing you are safe and yet not to be mine. If you are gone, then my heart will break knowing that God has taken you home...” Gordian Pierce

Coffee. I could smell coffee. Coffee would make everything better.

For all his sourness, he was ruled by his heart.

I sighed. I hated the maze of bureaucracy with a passion, but I've found the best way to deal with it is to smile and act stupid. That way, no one gets confused.