And You Work For That

What Hope Is There?” I Asked. “if Even Angels Fall, What Hope Is There For The Rest Of Us?” “there Isn’t,” He Said. “we’re On Our Own. And We Have To Make The Choices We Think Are Best For Our Own Survival.

I'm Sorry." "be Sorry You Lied," He Said, Pressing A Kiss To My Forehead. "don't Be Sorry You Loved Him. That's Part Of You, Part You Have To Let Go, Yeah, But Still Something That's Made You Who You Are.

Mmm. O Positive, My Favorite.” “is It? I Thought It Was A Cabernet Sauvignon.” “so It Is,” Said Adrian, Straight-faced. “my Mistake.

Well, You Can Think What You Want, So Long As You Remember - No Matter How Ordinary Things Seem Between Us - I'm Still Here, Still In Love With You, And Care About You More Than Any Other Guy, Evil Or Otherwise, Ever Will.

I Don't Believe In Soul Mates, Not Exactly. I Think It's Ridiculous To Think There's Only One Person Out There For Us. What If Your 'soul Mate' Lives In Zimbabwe? What If He Dies Young? I Also Think 'two Souls Becoming One' Is Ridiculous. You Need To Hold On To Yourself. But I Do Believe In Souls Being In Sync, Souls That Mirror Each Other.