he 's everything i remember : the dark , lightly oiled curls , his fine , almost delicate face , the chocolate eyes that make me feel like i 'm drowning , never able to get enough air in my lungs when he 's looking at me like that . the lone rider knew where he was going , but no need to advertise it . `` my father , your brother , would have said the same thing . '' remember that part when he said i should be a skeleton ? 