Who Are You And What Have You

Because There Was Just One Thing That I Had To Believe To Be Able To Live - I Had To Know That He Existed. That Was All. Everything Else I Could Endure. So Long As He Existed.

The Part That Kills Me Is That You Already Know. I Already Told You Everything!

So When He Touched Me, It Was Deeper And Slower Than The Wildfire, Like The Flow Of Molten Rock Far Beneath The Surface Of The Earth. Too Deep To Feel The Heat Of It, But It Moved Inexorably, Changing The Very Foundations Of The World With Its Advance.

The Worst Part Is That I Saw The Whole Thing -- Our Whole Life. And I Want It Bad, Jake, I Want It All. I Want To Stay Right Here And Never Move. I Want To Love You And Make You Happy. And I Can't, And It's Killing Me.

Some Of The Memories Were Not Clear - -dim Human Memories, Seen Through Weak Eyes And Heard Through Weak Ears: The First Time I'd Seen His Face... The Way It Felt When He'd Held Me In The Meadow... The Sound Of His Voice Through The Darkness Of My Faltering Consciousness When He'd Save Me From James... His Face As He Waited Under A Canopy Of Flowers To Marry Me... Every Precious Moment On The Island... His Cold Hands Touching Our Baby Through My Skin.