I'd Rather Die Than Be

I Used To Think Of You That Way, You Know. Like The Sun. My Personal Sun. You Balanced Out The Clouds Nicely For Me." He Sighed. "the Clouds I Can Handle. But I Can't Fight With An Eclipse.

You Know I Love You Right?” “i Know,” He Breathed, His Arm Tightening Automatically Around My Waist. “you Know How Much I Wish It Was Enough.

My Life Was An Unending, Unchanging Midnight. It Must, By Necessity, Always Be Midnight For Me. So How Was It Possible That The Sun Was Rising Now, In The Middle Of My Midnight?

Are You Referring To The Fact That You Can't Walk Across A Flat, Stable Surface Without Finding Something To Trip Over?

That's The Funny Thing About Knowing You Can't Have Something. It Makes You Desperate.