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

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

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

Like a glimpse of eternity instantly forgotten. She is gone.

Boys and girls hid in the library stacks or behind the gym and flew at each other with no promise of love or even kindness, tasting one another in clumsly attempts to steal pleasure before they could be hurt or hated.

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

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