Fine," He Says. "then I Love You.

Since I Was Young, I Have Always Known This: Life Damages Us, Every One. We Can’t Escape That Damage. But Now, I Am Also Learning This: We Can Be Mended. We Mend Each Other.

I Can’t Leave Now. I Like Her Too Much. There, I Said It. But I Won’t Say It Again.

A Lot Can Happen To A Person's Appearance In Three Months.

My Skepticism Is Strong, But My Curiosity Is Stronger.

I Catch Myself Thinking 'thank God For This' Out Of Habit, And Then I Understand What He's So Concerned About. What If My Parents' God, Their Whole Belief System, Is Just Something Concocted By A Bunch Of Scientists To Keep Us Under Control? And Not Just Their Beliefs About God And Whatever Else Is Out There, About Right And Wrong, About Selfishness?