I feel like I have so many stories basting in my mind, and they come busting out when they're ready.

I've been waiting for you forever." "Forever' as in several hundred years, or forever as in since my lesson began?

Can I ask you a question?" "You already have." He paused, considering. "Can I ask you two questions, then?" "You already have.

You’re my change of skin / my summer-winter-fall / I spring to follow you / this loss is beautiful.

She attempted to turn again; I held on. I wasn't holding tight enough to keep her, but she wasn't pulling hard enough to get away.

Mutual, respectful, enduring love is completely attainable as long as you swear you won't settle for less.

"After you were bitten, i knew what would happen. I waited for you to change, every night, so i could bring you back and keep you from getting hurt." "How long did you wait?" "I haven't stopped."