Then, If You Love Him," He Said

To Love Is To Destroy, And That To Be Loved Is To Be The One Destroyed.

There Is More To Living Than Not Dying," He Said. "look At The Way You Live Will. You Burn As Bright As A Star.

Or Maybe It's Just That Beautiful Things Are So Easily Broken By The World.

And Now I’m Looking At You,” He Said, “and You’re Asking Me If I Still Want You, As If I Could Stop Loving You. As If I Would Want To Give Up The Thing That Makes Me Stronger Than Anything Else Ever Has. I Never Dared Give Much Of Myself To Anyone Before – Bits Of Myself To The Lightwoods, To Isabelle And Alec, But It Took Years To Do It – But, Clary, Since The First Time I Saw You, I Have Belonged To You Completely. I Still Do. If You Want Me.

But You Hate Poetry! Yes, But You Make Me Want To Write It.