Good lovers understand each other. Better lovers respect each other. Best lovers live to trust each other. Great lovers dwell in each other.

I can't say I hate cats, but holy cow, dogs are a horse of another color.

As for Fergus. He had a habit which Maud was not experienced enough to recognise as a common one in ex-lovers of giving little tugs at the carefully severed spider-threads or puppet-strings which had once tied her to him.

I love you more. I love you enough to let you go and live your dream." I tilted my head and shrugged. "Don't you see....? I love you more."

He smiled softly and I brushed some hair off his forehead. Running the backs of my fingers down his cheek, I whispered, "And, yes, I will miss you, more than you could possibly imagine, but I know that you have to do this Kellan. And you know it too."

Stubbornly he shook his head. "No, I know that I have to be with you. Everything else is just .... details.

no matter how hard your shell is on the out side you will aways find some one who loves you

Yes we are. We had a lovers spat.