And that's when I realised that a mans' ego was like fruit; easily bruised.
As far as possible, Arianne realized, each soul had to be content alone before plunging into love, because one never knew when the other would move out of that love. It was the greatest paradox: Souls need each other, but they also need to not need each other.
Trial by fire.' Roland whistled, patting Luce on the back. 'Show no fear.
Would he find her? Without question. Would he save her? Always.
Love is Fallen.... Like *FALLEN* ANGELS.
You are the soul that fits into mine