No, Edward. You Are Here So I

I Give Myself A Good Cry If I Need It, But Then I Concentrate On All Good Things Still In My Life.

What In Life Can Love Not Penetrate?

But There's A Story Behind Everything. How A Picture Got On A Wall. How A Scar Got On Your Face. Sometimes The Stories Are Simple, And Sometimes They Are Hard And Heartbreaking. But Behind All Your Stories Is Always Your Mother's Story, Because Hers Is Where Yours Begin.

Please, Please, Please, Please, Please...,", Squeezing His Eyes Shut Because It Somehow Made The Words More Pure.

Secrets Tear You Apart.