Alone.'Twas her destiny to be ever surrounded by others, yet ever alone.
To me you are stardust sprinkled across a night sky, forever in my dreams, but out of my reach.
You care enough to play hard to get.
We're all haunted in one way or another, are we not? If not by spirits, then by our own demons and regrets.
there are elements of truth in all great fiction
As all-consuming as a young girl's fancies were ... a woman's desires could be twice as dangerous.