I craved your warmth. I hugged myself, rubbing my fingers up and down. I guess people are like insects sometimes, drawn to heat, A kind of infra-red longing.

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.

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 remember that feeling of skin. It's strange to remember touch more than thought. But my fingers still tingle with it.

Nobody's bought this land. And no one's going to want it either. It's dying land, lonely land." "Like me, then," I said. "Yes, like you." You chewed the corner of your lip. "You both need saving.

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

I thought you wanted to catch a camel," you tried again. "No." "I want to." "Well, you go then." You laughed. "I want your beautiful face where I can see it