When I think of you, and you are not here, I see you in my mind's eye always with a book in your hand.

If you hold it away from yourself long enough, do you lose it entirely? If no one cares for you at all, do you even exist?

Will," she said softly, sleepily. "Last night-" You were kind to me, she was going to say. Thank you. The glare from his blue eyes stabbed through her. "There was no last night," he said through his teeth.At that, she sat up straight, almost awake. "Oh truly? We just went right from one afternoon on through till the next morning? How odd no one else has remarked on it. I should think it some sort of miracle, a day with no night-

Meanwhile, Will had begun cutting his toast into strips and was making rude pictographs out of them.Oh, that looks rather like a ...- , Jem began.

All these were things he could not want, because they were the things he could not have, and wanting you could not have led to misery and madness.

„I can offer you my life, though it is a short life. I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many beats it shall sustain. But I love you enough to hope the rest of my life-whatever its length-happy, by spending it with you.-Jem.

I-I would have wanted to-to court you first. To take you driving, with a chaperon.''A chaperon?' Tessa laughed despite herself.He went on determinedly. 'To tell you my feelings first, before I showed them. To write poetry for you-''You don't even like poetry,' Tessa said, her voice catching on a half laugh of relief.'No. But you make me want to write it. Does that not count for anything?

So now I have sworn to buryAll this dead body of hateI feel so free and so clearBy the loss of that dead weight

For love is as strong as death.

Mortality, behold, and fear,What a change of flesh is here!Think how many royal bonesSleep within this heap of stones,