Black Is The Color Of Night. White

Stop Your Doubting, My Love. I Knew You Would Find Me. ~jack

Memories Were Moving Pictures In Which Meaning Was Constantly In Flux. They Were Stories People Told Themselves.

She Could Not Trust Herself To Hope—but Without Hope, She Realized, She Had No Reason To Go On.

One Should Not Seek Those Who Do Not Wish To Be Found.

Thank You For Loving Me Enough To Let Me Go.