“I might feel you but I can't kiss you! My intuition is directing me to the main passion.”

“If you can't feel then why did you kiss me?""Because I can feel it here, in my heart.”

“If you can't feel, why did you kiss me?"Patch traced a finger along my collarbone, then headed south stopping at my heart. I felt it pounding through my skin. "Because I feel it here, in my heart," he said quietly.”

“I can't leave you," he says hoarsely."I can't leave you either," I say, shaking my head. "I can't.""Then don't," he says, and grabs me behind the neck and kisses me again, and the world is tilting, and everything goes black.”

“Damn, I love you, but this is crazy,I have to fight you almost daily,We break up so fast,And we, we make up so passionately,Why can't we just trust each?You can't hate me and be my lover,Passion ends, and pains begins, I come back...”

“Do grant, oh my God, that when my lips approach Yours to kiss You, I may taste the gall that was given to You; when my shoulders lean against Yours, make me feel Your scourging; when my flesh is united with Yours, in the Holy Eucharist, make me feel Your passion; when my head comes near Yours, make me feel Your thorns; when my heart is close to Yours, make me feel Your spear.”