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[innerphoenix.livejournal.com]

CXVI
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments: love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
Oh no! it is an ever-fixèd mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown although his height be taken.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle's compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
- William Shakespeare

...So, how is making a livejournal going to help me feel better?

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[innerphoenix.livejournal.com]

I... it...

... Can you?

[crowded-closet.livejournal.com]

Only if you want me to.

- Quentin

[innerphoenix.livejournal.com]

Of course! I just thought... that I couldn't see you anymore. ... I was really scared.

[crowded-closet.livejournal.com]

If that were happening, I would have left and stayed with you. I'm sorry...

- Quentin

[daluci.livejournal.com]

I'm sorryyyy, stop glaring at me, Quentinnn. ;;

[innerphoenix.livejournal.com]

All's well. Really. I'm sorry if I caused a rift or a fuss, Sarah...

[daluci.livejournal.com]

They rift and fuss just fine without your help, I promise. Don't worry about it.

[innerphoenix.livejournal.com]

I should have thought of that as well...

Ah, no--! I mean, why are you sorry? It isn't your fault!

[crowded-closet.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry because you're unhappy. And I know it isn't my fault.

May I come over?

- Quentin

[innerphoenix.livejournal.com]

Yes. Yes, please. I'll be here.