All You Really Have... Is Now.

My Breathing Begins To Slow. The Tension In My Muscles Starts To Relax. Then, A Click In The Headphones. A Slow Breath Of Air. I Open My Eyes To Bright Moonlight. And Hannah, With Warmth. Thank You.

But I Do Know Which Is The Least Popular. The Truth.

How Can You Call It Love When It Hurt You So Badly?" "it Was Love Because It Was Worth It.

The Longer You Wait, And This Is True, The Slower The Hands Will Move.

Josh Turns To Me. “i Can’t Believe She’s Writing These Things.” “not She,” I Say. “me.” “why Would Anyone Say This Stuff About Themselves On The Internet? It’s Crazy!” “exactly,” I Say. “i’m Going To Be Mentally Ill In Fifteen Years, And That’s Why My Husband Doesn’t Want To Be Around Me.