this one left them all behind.

"I have stayed these years in my hovel because of you. I have taught myself languages because of you. I have made my body strong because I thought you might be pleased by a strong body. I have lived my life with only the prayer that some sudden dawn you might glance in my direction. I have not known a moment in years when the sight of you did not send my heart careening against my rib cage. I have not known a night when your visage did not accompany me to sleep. There has not been a morning when you did not flutter behind my waking eyelids... Is any of this getting through to you, Buttercup, or do you want me to go on for a while?"

"Never stop."

"There has not been-"

"If you're teasing me, Westley, I'm just going to kill you."

"How can you even dream I might be teasing?"

"Well, you haven't once said you loved me."

"That's all you need? Easy. I love you. Okay? Want it louder? I love you. Spell it out, should I? I ell-oh-vee-ee why-oh-you. Want it backward? You love I."

"You are teasing now; aren't you?"

"A little maybe; I've been saying it so long to you, you just wouldn't listen. Every time you said 'Farm Boy do this' you thought I was answering 'As you wish' but that's only because you were hearing wrong. 'I love you' was what it was, but you never heard, and you never heard."

this one left them all behind.

"I have stayed these years in my hovel because of you. I have taught myself languages because of you. I have made my body strong because I thought you might be pleased by a strong body. I have lived my life with only the prayer that some sudden dawn you might glance in my direction. I have not known a moment in years when the sight of you did not send my heart careening against my rib cage. I have not known a night when your visage did not accompany me to sleep. There has not been a morning when you did not flutter behind my waking eyelids... Is any of this getting through to you, Buttercup, or do you want me to go on for a while?"

"Never stop."

"There has not been-"

"If you're teasing me, Westley, I'm just going to kill you."

"How can you even dream I might be teasing?"

"Well, you haven't once said you loved me."

"That's all you need? Easy. I love you. Okay? Want it louder? I love you. Spell it out, should I? I ell-oh-vee-ee why-oh-you. Want it backward? You love I."

"You are teasing now; aren't you?"

"A little maybe; I've been saying it so long to you, you just wouldn't listen. Every time you said 'Farm Boy do this' you thought I was answering 'As you wish' but that's only because you were hearing wrong. 'I love you' was what it was, but you never heard, and you never heard."

on coldness and light

( Salvaged from the wet notebook. )

on coldness and light

( Salvaged from the wet notebook. )

and when all I wanted was to talk about field bio and NPA night...

I remember what I wrote the night of The Amityville Horror (which was not that much of a horror), the night we sat outside on the BML dorm driveway, listening to Verge.

Horror stories are like love stories. The ones that go straight to your heart, never to leave, will not be the ones with happy endings.

And personally, despite everything, I'd take the horror.

and when all I wanted was to talk about field bio and NPA night...

I remember what I wrote the night of The Amityville Horror (which was not that much of a horror), the night we sat outside on the BML dorm driveway, listening to Verge.

Horror stories are like love stories. The ones that go straight to your heart, never to leave, will not be the ones with happy endings.

And personally, despite everything, I'd take the horror.