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Cole,_ I said, __o you think I__ lovable?___s in __uddly and_?___s in __ble to be loved,__ I said.Cole__ gaze was unwavering. Just for a moment, I had the strange idea that I could see exactly what he had looked like when he was younger, and exactly what he__ look like when he was older. It was piercing, a secret glimpse of his future. __aybe,_ he said. __ut you won__ let anybody try.__ closed my eyes and swallowed. __ can__ tell the diference between not fighting,_ I said,__nd giving up.__espite my eyelids being tightly shut, a single, hot tear ran out of my left eye. I was so angry that it had escaped. I was so angry.Beneath me, the bed tipped as Cole edged closer. I felt him lean over me. His breath, warm and measured, hit my cheek. Two breaths. Three. Four. I didn__ know what I wanted. Then I heard him stop breathing, and a second later, I felt his lips on my mouth. It wasn__ the sort of kiss I__ had with him before, hungry, wanting, desperate. It wasn__ the sort of kiss I__ had with anyone before. This kiss was so soft that it was like a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it waslike a memory of a kiss, so careful on my lips that it was like someone running his fingers along them. My mouth parted and stilled; it was so quiet, a whisper, not a shout. Cole__ hand touched my neck, thumb pressed into theskin next to my jaw. It wasn__ a touch that said __ need more_. It was a touch that said __ want this.__t was all completely soundless. I didn__ think either of us was breathing.Cole sat back up, slowly, and I opened my eyes. His expression, as ever, was blank, the face he wore when something mattered.He said, __hat__ how I would kiss you, if I loved you.

Behind every drama is a good story...behind every tear is the person who wrote it.

Swear to God, for someone so obsessed with music, she__ borderline tone deaf. But trying to describe how I felt watching her dance around and sing would be like trying to build a skyscraper with my bare hands. It made me want to marry her. Made me want to buy her a magic airplane and fly her away to a place where nothing bad could ever happen. Made me want to pour rubber cement all over my chest and then lay down on top of her so that we__ be stuck together, and so it would hurt like hell if we ever tried to tear ourselves apart.

The remembrance of a woman is longer than a tear. (Le souvenir d'une femme - Est plus long qu'une larme.)

Do you know what is truly magnificent? One tear, which is falling down from an authentic sensitive person's eye. Down the cheek and adorns the floor.

Songs are memories... Either u smile or get a tear in your eyes..

A smile or a tear has not nationality; joy and sorrow speak alike to all nations, and they, above all the confusion of tongues, proclaim the brotherhood of man