Days turn into weeks, which turn into months, which turn into years, which turn into decades, which turn into cemeteries. But love is eternal.

“A brick could be used in a manner most secret. But Shh! I can't tell you. What …”

“Even though I believe birthday parties should be given, not taken, I wish someo…”

“The night before I’m murdered,” said the voice over in my head, “will be at noo…”

“You can’t write with dry ink. Likewise, using another author’s dried words to m…”