You Are My Life. You're

Ian Didn't Come. He Just Sat Here With You--he Said He Didn't Care What You Looked Like. He Wouldn't Let Anyone Else Put A Finger On Your Tank At All, Not Even Me Or Mel. But Doc Let Me Watch This Time. It Was Way Cool, Wanda. I Don't Know Why You Wouldn't Let Me Watch Before. They Wouldn't Let Me Help, Though. Ian Wouldn't Let Anyone Touch You But Him.' Ian Squeezed My Hand And Leaned In To Whisper Through All The Hair. His Voice Was So Low That I Was The Only One Who Could Hear. 'i Held You In My Hand, Wanderer. And You Were So Beautiful.

Melanie Still Grieves For Jared," She Stated. I Felt My Head Nod Without Willing The Action. "you Grieve For Him." I Closed My Eyes. "the Dreams Continue?" "every Night," I Mumbled. "tell Me About Then." Her Voice Was Soft, Persuasive. "i Don't Like To Talk About Them." "i Know. Try. It Might Help." "how? How Will It Help To Tell You That I See His Face Every Time I Close My Eyes? That I Wake Up And Cry When He's Not There? That The Memories Are So Strong I Can't Separate Hers From Mine Anymore?

Do You Really Have Any Idea How Important You Are To Me? Any Concept At All Of How Much I Love You?" He Pulled Me Tighter Against His Hard Chest, Tucking My Head Under His Chin. I Pressed My Lips Against His Snow-cold Neck. "i Know How Much I Love You," I Answered. You Compare One Small Tree To The Entire Forest." I Rolled My Eyes, But He Couldn't See. "impossible.

You're Awfully Small To Be So Hugely Irritating.

Alice Is The Most… Supportive.