You Never Know How Much

I Stared Into Jared's Eyes, And The Strangest Thing Happened. All The Melting And Melding I Had Just Been Through Was Shoved Aside, Into The Smallest Part Of My Body, The Little Corner That I Took Up Physically. The Rest Of Me Yearned Toward Jared With The Same Desperate, Half-crazed Hunger I'd Felt Since The First Time I'd Seen Him Here. This Body Barely Belonged To Me Or To Melanie-it Belonged To Him.

Now You Know," I Said Lightly, And Shrugged. "no One's Ever Loved Anyone As Much As I Love You.

If There Was A Jane Austen Camp, I Would Go, No Question.

When I Was 8, I Was Reading 'gone With The Wind' And 'pride And Prejudice' And All That, Not Knowing It Wasn't My Reading Level.

The Morning Brought With It, If Not A Brighter Outlook, At Least A Measure Of Control, Some Acceptance. Instinctively, I Knew That The New Tear In My Heart Would Always Ache. That Was Just Going To Be A Part Of Me Now.