She watched the dark highway and entertained me with her vegetable-soup song, except that now there were people mixed in with the beans and potatoes: Dwayne Ray, Mattie, Esperanza, Lou Ann and all the rest. And me. I was the main ingredient.

Trouble. Sweetheart. Sang. Don't. Don't slip away.' He sniffed. I felt a droplet meeting my forehead.Gabriel was crying.'I need you,' he whispered. 'Comeback to me. I need you.

Because she looks to the sky so often, people think that her life is sweet, that her eyes are dotted with dreamy stars. But quite the opposite is true and I wish they could see— she looks up so much because all around her it's hard to see without breaking her heart. She once saw in a movie a window sign that said 'We're all in the gutter; but some of us are looking at the stars.' From that movie onwards, she decided to look up! Doesn't mean her life is sweet, doesn't mean her eyes are dotted with dreamy stars.

You're my rose and I am the dew sticked to you who never wants to fall apart.