He offered her power, money, status...a giant prison, all in exchange for only...her soul.

When you miss someone....it’s weird…your body doesn’t function normally..as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart…it’s not steady…my soul it sings numb. Fingers are cold…like you…your soul.

Now he was nothing to her, just a lesson in time, a wicked boy-man, incapable of wealth or prestige.

When we are in love, we are convinced nobody else will do. But as time goes, others do do, and often do do, much much better.

Color me....BRILLIANT.

Growth in love comes from a place of absence, where the imagination is left to it’s own devices and creates you to be much more then reality would ever allow.

Her heart had grown so familiar to the pain of life without him, that to respond now seemed too large a pleasure she could not endure. If pain was love, then she loved fiercely. Yet knew she could not be near that boy again.

I want your most vital organ. I want it to be mine.

He’s an indulgent sort of man……With a quick lip and a fierce tongue, the sort of tongue that draws you in with charm and words of praise, awkward silences and desperate worships.