Ever My Merlin

Do you think we can be friends?” I asked. He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend.

If you keep waiting for the right time, it may never happen. Sometimes you have to make the most of the time you have.

He’d used the amulet to read my thoughts again. I pictured smacking him in the face.

I noticed him right away. No, it wasn’t his lean, rugged face. Or the dark waves of shiny hair that hung just a little too long on his forehead. It wasn’t the slim, collarless biker jacket he wore, hugging his lean shoulders. It was the way he stood. The confident way he waited in the cafeteria line to get a slice of pizza. He didn’t saunter. He didn’t amble. He stood at the center, and let the other people buzz around him. His stance was straight and sure.

but remember, nothing comes without a price. Our paths are not mapped; they’re made.

I will never know you well enough. I will always want more.

There’s another story I know. This one doesn’t have any swords or visions. This one is about a boy who found a girl during a terrible time.” “How did it turn out?” “I don’t know, but I do know the boy doesn’t regret it. Not a minute. No matter how it turns out. Because he’s been waiting for this girl from the time she was born, and if it takes another thousand years to meet her again, he’d wait again. Whatever it takes.

What good is having the power of a god if you don’t know its purpose

-No puedo seguir haciendo esto de ir hacia delante y hacia atrás contigo." "-Y no puedo ayudarme a mí mismo de quererte incluso cuando no debería.