ONCE WHEN I WAS ninth grade i had to write a paper on a poem. One of the lines was"If your eyes weren't open you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking' It hadn't meant meant much to me at the time. After all there'd been a guy in the class that i liked so how could i be expected to pay attention to literary analysis? Now three year later i understand the poem perfectly.
Richelle MeadIf your eyes weren't open, you wouldn't know the difference between dreaming and waking.
Richelle MeadI loved you!โ he yelled. He jumped up out of his chair so quickly I never saw it coming. โI loved you, and you destroyed me. You took my heart and ripped it up. You might as well have staked me!โ The change in his features also caught me by surprise. His voice filled the room. So much grief, so much anger. So unlike the usual Adrian. He strode toward me, hand clasped over his chest. โI. Loved. You. And you used me the whole time.
Richelle Mead