You are my hand grenade, my artillery fire. You have replaced my heart with yourself.

Love is when he is hungry and you feed him. Love is knowing when he is hungry.

Open your eyes, soldier,” Tatiana said fondly, caressing his face.“Are you hungry?” “I was hungry,” Alexander said. “But you fed me.” His body was shaking underneath his sheet.

Not bombs nor my broken heart can take away from me walking barefoot with you in jasmine June through the Field of Mars.

Oh Alexander," she said, "what do you want from me..." "Everything!" he whispered fiercely.

Courage, Alexan­der,” she whis­pered. “Courage, Ta­tiana.

He is just protective over me-” “Not protective, Tania. Consumed.