A Son Is A Son 'til He

He Nods, As If To Acknowledge That Endings Are Almost Always A Little Sad, Even When There Is Something To Look Forward To On The Other Side.

I Still Think I Love Him More. It's One Of Those Things You Never Know For Certain Because There's No Way To Enter All The Relationship Data In A Computer And Have It Spit Out A Definitive Answer. You Can't Quantify Love, And If You Try, You Wind Up Focusing On Misleading Factors.

Even If We No Longer Have Much In Common, We Would Have Always Had The Past, Which, In Some Ways, Is Just As Important As The Present Or Future. It Is Where We Come From, What Makes Us Who We Are.

Love Is Seldom—almost Never—an Even Proposition. Someone Always Loves More.

He Threw In The Towel Before We Were Tested. Maybe Because He Didn't Want To Be Tested. Maybe Because He Assumed We Would Fail. Maybe Because, At The Time, He Just Didn't Love Me Enough.