no two writers go about things in exactly the same way (intro)
I thought about that for a minute - about what I wanted.
It's the strange world.' 'The strangest.
Edward,' she mumbled softly. She was dreaming of me. Could a dead, frozen heart beat again? It felt like mine was about to. 'Stay,' she sighed. 'Don't go. Please... don't go
Your hair looks like a haystack...but I like it.
Love is simply where it is.