I shake my head. "Don't think that way. Please. It just makes me depressed. If you do love me...you will stop talking like that," I whisper, taking his hand.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I watch her before pulling her on my lap and hugging her. I close my eyes and let the memories come and go, not wanting to go through it when I'm alone.
"I'm sorry," I whisper.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
That's how we should measure our lives. Not in distance traveled, or time passed, or worlds conquered, but in moments... and the rush of joy—of grace—that exists within them. — Megatron (Lost Light, by Roberts, Lawrence, Lafuente)