I don't like seeing her this delicate.

My mother used to hope that I would rise up from my humble roots. Become someone sucessful, or even famous. I'm famous all right, but I don't think it's what she had in mind.

To love is to be afraid. You are frightened, deathly terrified, that something will happen to those you love. Think of the possibilities. Does your heart clench with each thought? That, my friend, is love. And love enslaves us all, for you cannot have love without fear.

Idiotic reply, June. Why don't you punch him in the face while you're at it. I turn even more flustered when I remember that I have actually pistol-whipped him in the face before. Romantic

Love is illogical, love had consequences--I did this to myself, and I should be able to take it.

When had Eden grown up? I feel like I blinked and missed it.

We can heal. Perhaps we can return to that same place we once stood, when we were both young and innocent.