Could A Dead, Frozen Heart Beat Again?

It’s Not Like Love At First Sight, Really. It’s More Like… Gravity Moves. When You See Her, Suddenly It’s Not The Earth Holding You Here Anymore. She Does. And Nothing Matters More Than Her. And You Would Do Anything For Her, Be Anything For Her… You Become Whatever She Needs You To Be, Whether That’s A Protector, Or A Lover, Or A Friend, Or A Brother.

Is It Really Sick For Me To Be Happy Right Now?" I Asked. My Voice Broke Twice. He Didn't Push Me Away. He Pulled Me Tight Against His Ice-hard Chest, So Tight It Was Hard To Breathe, Even With My Lungs Securely Intact. "i Know Exactly What You Mean," He Whispered. "but We Have Lot Of Reasons To Be Happy. For One, We're Alive." "yes," I Agreed. "that's A Good One." "and Together," He Breathed. His Breath Was So Sweet It Made My Head Swim.

Good Luck, Little Wanderer, Good Luck. How I Wish You Didn't Need It.

It's Over. We've All Been Sentenced To Die.

And Then Writing, It Was Like I Just Found It, You Know? Like You Just Found Your Favorite Flavor Of Ice Cream, All Of A Sudden There It Is. 'this Is What I Should Have Been Doing For The Last Thirty Years. What Was I Thinking?' So I Was, Then I Was In And Then I Had To Just Keep Going With It.