…because I need you now. And this distance is killing me.
Fiona Diaries — ‘Heartbeats and Wild Things’
“… And all the War in the world started with Words.”
Her knight became her imprisoner…
You are not my addiction. No. You are my oxygen. And without you I have no life. I am dead.
Who said love requires a translation?
It does not.
You just need to look in each others eyes and the world around you will turn into a hazy inconsiquential blur.
There were times when I was crying, I was helpless, when I was down, I tried to find you in my dreams, and you were always there…
Fiona Diaries 