How Well Opposed To Grand

I Was A Vampire, And She Had The Sweetest Blood I’d Smelled In Eighty Years.

If You Turned The Fabric Of Our Lives Over, I Imagined The Design On The Backside Would Be Woven In The Bleak Grays Of Doubt And Fear.

I Felt Like - Like I Don't Know What. Like This Wasn't Real. Like I Was In Some Goth Version Of A Bad Sitcom. Instead Of Being The A/v Dweeb About To Ask The Head Cheerleader To The Prom, I Was The Finished-second-place Werewolf About To Ask The Vampire's Wife To Shack Up And Procreate. Nice. - Jacob

I Miss You Already I Don’t Need To Leave. I Can Stay. . . . Mmmm.

No, Actually 'the Host' Was Totally A Palate-cleanser For Me. I Wanted To Do Something A Little Bit Different Than Romantic Love. Romantic Love Is In There, Obviously, Because I Enjoy Writing About That And Living It A Lot.