You’re doing it again,” he said.
“Doing what?” I asked, wondering if I had done something wrong.
“Melting my heart with your smile,” he said.

I'm thinking about my Angel again. Thinking about looking deep into your beautiful and remarkable eyes. Seeing you you smile even before your expression makes it to your soft and luscious lips. Holding you tightly in my arms, as if it were the first and last time I will ever live this moment. As if I have never before, and I will never ever love this way again...

I love you still, that's the torment of it. Lestat I never loved. But you! The measure of my hatred is that love. They are the same! Do you know now how much I hate you!

A smile on the face is a sign that the heart is at home.

Trying to make sense of love is like trying to dissect a rainbow.

Love you,” Xavier said just before he drifted back to sleep.
“Love you more,” I said playfully.
“Not a chance,” Xavier said, fully awake now. “I’m bigger, I can contain more love.”
“I’m smaller, therefore my love particles are more compressed, which means I can fit more in.”
Xavier laughed. “That argument makes no sense. Overruled.”
“I’m just basing it on how much I miss you when you’re not around,” I countered.
“How can you possibly know how much I miss you?” he said. “Have you got some sort of built-in miss-o-meter that can give us a reading?”
“I’m a girl; of course I have a built-in miss-o-meter.