You know I am the holiest Angel. Someone has to be.
Correct.
And still I don’t know my powers. For why get confused by them.
I don’t.
I won’t. :)
We shan’t.
But Henry for this love of ours I just can’t be a woman scorned.
I wouldn’t fight for you as you know.
But I have spit fire like a rattle snake at this women on your arm in today’s time.
You tell me all sorts of things.
You say hold on.
Why do I if not for the love I feel for your soul in every photo I place in my sight.
I do this.
Yes love.
Oh.
Well. I hate her.
In some you twist your ring.
In some you wiggle your shoulder.
Others I see a pointed finger.
I don’t Harry. Why you.
But then this I know.
Our vow is deep.
I have gone so long with out a jump.
Why risk this.
Tell me though. Have you recalled the 10 years on grace.
We raised our boy.
I gave myself one extra year in Hell.