Sometimes I Think You Like Me Better

Spider-man Is Such A Whiny Loser.

Books Have Been Thought Of As Windows To Another World Of Imagination

I Tensed, Waiting For The Fury - Both His And Mine - But It Was Only Quiet And Calm In The Darkness Of His Room. I Could Almost Taste The Sweetness Of Reunion In The Air, A Separate Fragrance From The Perfume Of His Breath; The Emptiness When We Were Apart Left Its Own Bitter Aftertaste, Something I Didn't Consciously Notice Until It Was Removed. There Was No Friction In The Space Between Us. The Stillness Was Peaceful - Not Like The Calm Before The Tempest, But Like A Clear Night Untouched By Even The Dream Of A Storm.

I Promise To Love You Forever - Every Single Day Of Forever.

Perhaps There Could Be No Joy On This Planet Without An Equal Weight Of Pain To Balance It Out On Some Unknown Scale.