I carry thoughts of you like my own personal constellation. How far away you are, my dearest friend, but no farther than those fixed stars in my soul.

Scorpions are quite ruthless, you know. That is why Artemis bid one of them to kill her foe Orion. And as a reward she set the scorpion on up in the sky. I'm not ruthless. I merely do whatever it takes to achive my goals That's not ruthless?

But I hadn't known what love was. And I wondered how you could ever be sure, when you thought you loved someone, if you really did.

I've never been convinced that everything in a relationship needs to be talked about. Some things can't be fixed by a conversation

It was unfair that people who longed for love the most, searched the hardest for it, found it so elusive.

...just a little touches her and there. He puts his hands on your arms or back, he stands close to you, getting you used to him... it's a mating ritual. Like March of the Penguins.

Some people there's no getting over.