But She Knew That No Matter What

It's A Curse - This Not Wanting To Look On Naked Realities. Until The War, Life Was Never More Real To Me Than A Shadow Show On A Curtain. And I Preferred It So. I Do Not Like The Outlines Of Things To Be Too Sharp. I Like Them Gently Blurred, A Little Hazy.

And Apologies, Once Postponed, Become Harder And Harder To Make, And Finally Impossible.

I Was Never One To Patiently Pick Up Broken Fragments And Glue Them Together Again And Tell Myself That The Mended Whole Was As Good As New. What Is Broken Is Broken - And I'd Rather Remember It As It Was At Its Best Than Mend It And See The Broken Places As Long As I Lived.

I've Always Had A Weakness For Lost Causes Once They're Really Lost.

Vanity Was Stronger Than Love At Sixteen And There Was No Room In Her Hot Heart Now For Anything But Hate.