I open my eyes and look at her, almost stopping. A smile slowly makes its way across my face as I watch her. That's the first time she's said that, isn't it? I kiss her forehead and close my eyes again, "Love you too, Whit."
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
Russets and tangerine shades of old gold flushing the very outside edge of the senses ... deep shining ochres, burnt umber and parchments of baked earth—reflecting on itself and through itself, filtering the light. — Guildenstern (Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead by Tom Stoppard)
