Someone was looking at me, a disturbing sensation if you're dead.

he was watching me and when our eyes met, i had no fan to cover my face, no way to hid my feelings. i was desperate for him, and he could see it, all the way in me.

To desperately hope," I whispered James let out a breath. "To gratefully believe.

It´s hard to have you with me but not to be able to take your hand or kiss you -James

i would court you with passion, if things were different. you'd never get me off your porch swing.

I would do anything to stay beside you forever.

...You deserve to be happy. What can I do?" Don't send me away, I thought. He looked at me again. "What do you want?" "I want to taste an apple," I said. And your lips, I thought.