People love what they're used to, I guess." "No." You shook your head. "People should love what needs loving. That way they can save it.

I love you," you said, simple as anything.

You smiled then, and your whole face changed with it. It kind of lit up, like there were sunbeams coming from inside you.

But without humans, the wild would take over. It would only take a hundred years or so for nature to win again.

I could hear you, talking to the daffodils and tulips, whispering to the fairies that lived inside their petals. Each separate flower had a different family inside it.

When I write this in bed, I can almost hear the echo of the wind over the sand, or the groans of wooden panels around me. I can almost smell the dustiness of the camel, taste the bitterness of saltbush. And when I dream, your warm hands cover my shoulders. Your whispers carry stories and sound like the rustle of spinifex. I still wear that ring, you know... at night, when no one is watching.

There is no need to put your heart in a bottle, then you will die. - Ty from Stolen