I Couldn't Fault Her For Believing, Because

How Do You Commemorate A Year? A Paper Anniversary, But We Are The Words Written Down, Not The Paper.

So What Else Can I Tell You?" I Asked. "i Mean, To Get You To Reveal Lily To Me.

Hubris, N. Every Time I Call You Mine, I Feel Like I'm Forcing It, As If Saying It Can Make It So. As If I'm Reminding You, And Reminding The Universe: Mine. As If That One Word From Me Could Have That Kind Of Power.

By The Time I Got There, You’d Already Decided. And I Quickly Decided To Let You Decide. You Were Already Seeing The Rooms As Ours, And That Was Enough For Me.

Deep Down, You See, I Long To Be Arcane, Esoteric. I Would Love To Confound People With Their Own Language.