Happiness is a strange, frightening, fragile feeling when you're not used to it.

Unless they're utterly heartless, people put a certain value on human life. It keeps us from killing each other off for no reason. But for leaders like you and me, a moral high ground is too absolute. There are choices to be made.

The ice inside me melts. Suddenly, I'm burning up and terrified, scared I'll be too weak to resist.Scratch that - I'm petrified I've already given in.

I dread this power he has over me. It makes me want to tell him all my secrets and see if he still wants me.

I want him everywhere. I burn for him in places he hasn't even touched.

Temporary homecomings are bittersweet. Sometimes it's better not to go back at all than to have to leave again.