Whitney Snow had seven men in her life. Not all were romantically linked with her but they still all held special and important positions within her life, impacting her in many different ways. Each brought something to her life - each took something from her life, and what she was left with, was a confused mixture of moments, feelings, souls, lives all intertwined and dancing in her mind and heart. The first man in her life of note was her younger, brother Silas. He was also her flatmate and her best friend. He had the blondest hair you could imagine; it shined the brightest sunshine yellow on the sunniest of days. And here he was, looking just like a little puppy, curled up on the sofa with a thick wedge of a book clenched within the confines of his fingers. She did so appreciate his presence in the flat; it made life a little less lonely, and a little more joyful. He brought companionship and a listening ear when things went awry in her love-life. This always left her somewhat worn and tattered - almost like a used sanitary towel. But despite the many trials and tribulations that her...

? Step to step, toe-to-toe, That's how we would go. And wonder how it would be, To have your heart, close to me. To have it close, within my hand. The power to cradle or crush, withstand.   To sing, oh sing of your eyes that hold stories, secrets true. That loved me back then. That loved me 'til my hands were sore, That loved me 'til my heart was raw.   To sing, oh sing of your lies that held me, secrets true. That tangled me; that loved me less. Your words, your motions that held me to your chest.   To hold your hand, imprint against imprint, Exchanging lives, exchanging ties, creating bond. That breathed "I love you" on your last dying breath. The words that lasted, the words that lingered, Moving me back to where I remain. Here I will be, forever amen.