He Never Leaves, Does He?

May The Best Man Win That's About Right Pup

I Took His Hand, And Suddely He Yanked Me―too Roughly―right Off The Bed So That I Thudded Against His Chest. "just In Case," He Muttered Against My Hair, Crushing Me In A Bear Hug That About To Broke My Ribs. "can't―breathe!" I Gasped.

You’re Not Asleep, And You’re Not Dead. I’m Here, And I Love You. I Have Always Loved You, And I Will Always Love You. I Was Thinking Of You, Seeing Your Face In My Mind, Every Second That I Was Away. When I Told You That I Didn’t Want You, It Was The Very Blackest Kind Of Blasphemy.

Time Means Little; I Never Notice Its Passing.

Speaking Of Which, Would You Like To Explain To Me How You’re Alive