And there’s no figuring out the unknowable. And there’s some kind of oxymoron in that that’s more moron than anything else.

And I know if I ever kiss him, I will be his. And I won't be able to ever make it on my own again.

This sad, dust-blackened place can't part us.

And I tremble from head to toe. And I look up at him and the wild look in his eye.