Do you want me to sing to you? I'll sing all night if it will keep the bad dreams away.

I came to witness. I stay to fight.

Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.

And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

When I told you I didn't want you it was the blackest kind of blasphemy

So what you're saying is, I'm your brand of heroin?" I teased, trying to lighten the mood. He smiled swiftly, seeming to appreciate my effort. "Yes, you are exactly my brand of heroin.

No mistakes, I'd promised myself that i would make no mistakes, no matter how minimal they seemed. if i held her hand, i would only want more - another insignificant touch, another move closer to her. i could feel that. a new kind of desire was growing in me, working to override my self-control. no mistakes.