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Finding JoyShe asks him already answered questions. Just because his responses Are so utterly delicious. (A whispered 'I love you' Tastes sweeter than chocolate)Finding Joy
He holds her hand, Even though the others tell him He's a sissy Because of it. (The way their fingers fit together Is more magical than almost anything else.)
She tells him that being alone Isn't so bad, It's being without him That kills her. (And that death is more painful Than any other ending she could imagine.)
He thinks that heaven must Taste like her lips,
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Two Halves, One WholeHe calls out for her, words shouted in a parking lot, "Come on, I know you love me." And she suddenly can't handle another fight, she suddenly doesn't understand why passion has to be attached to anger, she suddenly doesn't want to yell anymore. "No, I'm sorry. I don't." The words are so soft he almost doesn't hear them. And when he does, he stares at her, his eyes shaded in a deep, heart-wrenched sadness. "You can't mean that." And his voice is softer than she's ever heard it, not yelling, not screaming, not laughing. But lost, impassionate. Vague. "I'm sorrTwo Halves, One Whole
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Opposite Each OtherHe screamed words that had no meaning, just to shout at something. She pressed her ear against the cool window glass, in case someone, somewhere, wanted to be heard. [She didn't hear him, but maybe someday she will.]Opposite Each Other
She woke up from a falling dream on the floor, and started laughing. He woke up from a flying dream, and started crying. [Sometimes falling is better than flying.]
He scraped the cheese off of his pizza. She only ate the cheese off of hers. [Yin and Yang don't always come together.]
She walks barefoot down the street. His shoes are the second things
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ConfessionsHe says: I played with your heart. I didn't love you. I never wanted anything more from you, than just this. [His hand trails possessively down her cheek. She thinks he's lying.]Confessions
She says: I hate you, I've hated you from the start. We were never anything at all, Not even this. [She grabs his chin in her sharp-nailed hands. He flinches away.]
He says: I love you, I've always loved you. Ever since you showed up at school that day, With your hair in that long braid... [He twists a few strands of fiery hair around his fi
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