Books are boring," James said as he wrote. "They line the walls like a thousand leather doorways to be opened into worlds unknown," I offered.
I would do anything to stay beside you forever.
I couldn't take my eyes off him. Like a desert wanderer afraid of mirages, I gazed at my oasis, but he was real.
Someone was looking at me, a disturbing sensation if you're dead.
Those who cry to be young again should think twice before they seal those prayers.
It´s hard to have you with me but not to be able to take your hand or kiss you -James