As many of you know from past post we were different then other kids our own ages. I think sometimes even in our own time we did not belong.
Think part of the problem of not being able to go on with my life and the loss of Roberta is how her death happened and it...
This is a story that I freely create to waste time here at work so I hope you enjoy:
It was a cold clear night. The moon was shining a pale and dull light. This was the night of the full moon. In the distance she could hear the howls of all the werewolves on...
My emotions don't fade easily, though some are compounded and mixed with others as I learn more about the people in question. This means that every emotion I have ever felt toward someone, I still feel - love being one of the most powerful.
It is not a matter of believing.
I know immortal love exists.
It does not confirm the rosy stories,
a love like this,
and it is often tested and stretched.
But in times of danger, one knows
that she's the one
and that she always was
and always will be