Because I’ve Got A Lot More Terms

Do Not Do That Again," He Said Stiffly. "don't Kiss Me Back Then," I Retorted. He Stared At Me For What Seemed Like Forever. "i Don't Give 'zen Lessons' To Hear Myself Talk. I Don't Give Them Because You're Another Student. I'm Doing This To Teach You Control." "you're Doing A Great Job," I Said Bitterly.

I Steeled Myself For The Next Response. I Knew It Was Going To Be One Of The Zen Life Lessons. [...] Instead He Kissed Me.

You Forgot My First Lesson: Don't Hesitate.

What Hope Is There?" I Asked. "if Even Angels Fall, What Hope Is There For The Rest Of Us?

It Wasn't The Kind Of Touch That Said, Hey, I've Got A Plan, So Hang In There Because We're Going To Get Out Of This. It Was More Like The Kind Of Touch That Simply Said, You Aren't Alone. It Was Really The Only Thing He Could Offer. And In That Moment, It Was Enough.