Alone.'Twas her destiny to be ever surrounded by others, yet ever alone.

His lips nuzzled her ear. “Whether you go or stay, I will love you until I die,” he whispered.

To me you are stardust sprinkled across a night sky, forever in my dreams, but out of my reach.

He buried his hands in the rich velvet of her hair. “I thought I’d die for wanting you.

We're all haunted in one way or another, are we not? If not by spirits, then by our own demons and regrets.

You asked me once if I would still love you when your lips were puckered with age and your eyes were faded. I can assure you that I will still love you when I have only the strength (and the scant teeth) left to gum those puckered lips. I shall love you when your bones are sharp enough to pierce my fragile flesh. I shall love you when the light in my own eyes fades for good and yours is the last sweet face I see. Because I am and ever shall be.

Women are delicate creatures. Fragile. Gentle. Made by God to be sheltered from the harshness of this world.. Morgan MacDonnell