A promise, a bond, a joy, a love for the ages, for the history books.…But what was love but pain?

And Kingsley being Kingsley, he smiled as he pretended to pull the trigger.

Stop your doubting, my love. I knew you would find me. ~Jack

When their lips met, and their tongues touched, it was like they were kissing in a hundred different places, and her senses were flooded with new sensations and old memoires. He kissed her, and their souls melted into each other in a melody older than time.

Jack leaped over the gate, his sword aflame. To vanquish his foe and rescue his love.

The more things change, the more they stay different.

Every Valentine's Day, the student council sponsered a holiday fundraiser by selling roses that would be delievered in class. The roses came in four colors:white, yellow, red, pink, and the subtleties of thier meaning were parsed and analyzed by the female population to no end. Mimi had always understood it thus:white for love, yellow for friendship, red for passion, and pink for a secret crush.