He pulls away, setting his forehead against hers instead. "This isn't a show." He whispers. "We shouldn't be letting people look on." `````````` Jason:
"What's to come." He says, looking back out at the sky.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the ones you did. So throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. — Mark Twain