I may not believe in God, but I believe in you. And therefore I speak to Him through you. Through the transitive property of equality, if "A" equals "B" and "B" equals "C", therefore "A" equals "C". Reason and faith in harmony. Isn't that why we're so good together?
My darling, you are the poetry in every song that I write. You are my constant sun and my brightest moonlight. My love for you is as unquantifiable as the stars scattered across the night sky.
And in the midst of our dying, as we rise from the organic and sink back ignominiously into the organic, it is a glory and a privilege to love what Death doesnβt touch.
You murdered me long ago, and the part of me that somehow lives, teetering on the edge of death, will forever loathe you for not finishing the job clean.
I have so little real life that I can count moments like these on the fingers of one hand; I can't help reproducing them again in my dreams. I shall dream about you all night, all week, all year.
We were too alike to like each other. Two sides of the same coin that would never see eye to eye. Oh, father. We were both doomed the second you heard my first cries in that hospital room.
They created a strange tableau: rabid boy, trapped girl, bombed-out building. It suggested a tale that could only end in tragedy. Star-crossed lovers meeting their fate.