Nothing Comes Without A Price.

I Know It's Hard For You To Trust Me. If I Ever Find The Man Who Did This To You, Who Made You So Frightened, I'll Kill Him With My Bare Hands. But You Can Trust Me.

This Is A Long Goodbye, Yet Not Time Enough. I Have No Aptitude For This. I Cannot Learn This. I Would Hold On, And Hold On, Until My Hands Clutch At Emptiness.

More Like Some Small, Fierce Bird Of Prey, Something With A Sharp Bite. An Owl Perhaps, That Speaks Only When The Rest Of The World Sleeps. Jenny Will Do Well Enough.

If She Were Here I Wouldn't Be Able To Keep My Hands Off Her. I Would Hold Her So Close She'd Beg Me To Let Her Breathe. I'd Kiss Her So Hard She'd Plead For Mercy. I'd Unfasten Her Clothing And Lie With Her Onthat Hard Bed, And What Was Between Us Would Be As Far Above The Ordinary Congress Between Man And Woman As The Stars Are Above Their Pale Reflections In The Lake Below.

Perhaps He Could Still Weave Together The Broken Threads Of His Life. And Yet, I Wanted Him Here Now. I Needed Him Here. In The Darkness, If I Sat Very Still, I Could Almost Feel His Presence By Me, Quite Near, But Not Too Near. Didn't I Promise To Keep You Safe, He Would Say Softly. I Have Never Broken A Promise. Don't Look So Worried, Jenny. And Yet, He Would Be Careful. Careful Not To Move Too Close. Careful Not To Frighten Me. Waiting Still. I Am Your Shelter. Don't Be Afraid.