Because If It Weren’t For Me, Lena

This Was What Being Cured Was Like: Like Being In A Fishbowl, Circling Always Inside The Same Glass.

This Is What Hatred Is. It Will Feed You And At The Same Time Turn You To Rot.

Feelings Aren't Forever. Time Waits For No One, But Progress Waits For Man To Enact It.

Eventually She Came. She Appeared Suddenly, Exactly Like She'd Done That Day- She Stepped Into The Sunshine, She Jumped, She Laughed And Threw Her Head Back, So Her Long Ponytail Nearly Grazed The Waistband Of Her Jeans. After That, I Couldn't Think About Anything Else. The Mole On The Inside Of Her Right Elbow, Like A Dark Blot Of Ink. The Way She Ripped Her Nails To Shreds When She Was Nervous. Her Eyes, Deep As A Promise. Her Stomach, Pale And Soft And Gorgeous, And The Tiny Dark Cavity Of Her Belly Button. I Nearly Went Crazy.

Love Obeys No Laws Other Than Its Own.