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.

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

...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.

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.

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.

Your mind will never lose anything forever that's worth keeping.