Why does Ian think I have to kiss you?

love gave someone the power to break you. I'd been broken beyond repair.

non-reality was black, and it didn't hurt so much.

I was perfect- not healed, but as if there had never been a wound in the first place

I flicked on the light beside my bed, waiting for my breathing to slow, veins full of adrenaline from the realistic dream. A new dream, but in essence so much the same as the many others that had plagued me in the past months. No, not a dream. Surely a memory. I could still feel the heat of Jared's lips on mine. My hands reached out without my permission, searching across the rumpled sheets, looking for something they didn't find. My heart ached when they gave up, falling to the bed limp and empty.

And then we continued blissfully into this small but perfect piece of our forever.

You are so bizarre, even for a human." "Thanks.