He never loved me like I loved him, and that's the hardest part of all. Not that it's over, but that it never began.

But in the morning ( Read more... )

You disbelieve. What about you is worth loving? What could you possibly shelter in your inadequate frame, or brew with your inadequate chemistry, or weave with your inadequate words? Your bones and blood, your incantations; you will never have enough to cast the spell that draws another soul to you. You have only your skin and the emptiness of your ( Read more... )