"what are you doing?" I ask and shake my head.
"just listen" He adds.
"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. "
-William Shakespeare
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FanfictionLennon Scott had a simple mind set; Pretend to be something you are not, and live in the middle of the party scene. Wake up next to a new guy every morning, and drink to drown the heartache darkening every bit of your already tattered soul. Her lif...
