Look at me, Emma." Her eyes are full, the lids heavy. "Graham," she breathes. "I need you to hear me." Cradling her head in my hands, thumbs sweeping her tears away, I stare into her eyes. "I belong to you. There is no one else. All I want is to be where you are.

He brushed my tears from my face. "How did I find you?

I'm going to arrange you, if that's okay?" I swallowed. "Uh... sure." My hands were clutched to my ribcage, my shoulders hunched almost to my ears. What, this isn't how you want me positioned?

But even if you have what everyone else wants- if it isn't what you want, it isn't what you want

I never wanted you to get hurt, but i wanted to take you from him.

If someone had asked, How does this compare to kissing Kennedy? I would have answered, "Who?"

I was sure you 'd dropped the class, which made me selfishly ecstatic. Without even knowing i was doing it, i started looking for you on campus.