Dmitri Was At A Total Loss. It

When She Left For A Third Time And Returned With A Giant Box, I Started To Get Irate. "what Is This?" I Demanded, Taking It From Her. It Felt Like It Had Bricks In It. "grandmother Needs You To Carry Some Things," Paul Told Me. "yes," I Said Through Gritted Teeth. "i Sort Of Figured That Out Fifty Pounds Ago.

I Felt Like Someone Had Ripped My Heart Out And Tossed It Across The Other Side Of The Room. There Was A Burning, Agonizing Pain In My Chest, And I Had No Idea How It Could Ever Be Filled. It Was One Thing To Accept That I Couldn't Have Dimitri. It Was Something Entirely Different To Realize Someone Else Could.

Stop Bitching And Try Again.

I Had An Accident." "that Seemes To Happen A Lot." "it Wasn't My Fault." "it Never Is." "i Just Have Bad Luck." "or You're Just Trouble." "you Got A Problem With That?" "no Problem At All." "oh My God! Are You Going To Help Or Not?

Didn’t Understand Love? Was She Crazy? If She Only Knew What I’d Sacrificed For Dimitri, What I’d Done To Be Where I Was Now . . . All For Love. She Was The One Who Couldn’t Understand. Love Wasn’t A Fling In A Back Room At A Party. It Was Something You Lived And Died For.