He Didn't Seem To Realize That Three

You Carry Your Past With You Even If You Don't Remember Any Of It.

I Love That Blurry Place Where Life’s Transitions Are Made Without You Even Knowing It.

For Some Reason Our Lives Were Marked By Summers. . . . Summer Was The Time When Our Lives Joined Completely, When We All Had Our Birthdays, When Really Important Things Happened

She Liked The Life She Had. She Loved Habits. She Craved A Day With Nothing In It, A Long, Quiet Stretch Of Hours In The Studio.

He'd Pushed Her. He'd Scared Her. He'd Besieged Her. He'd Vowed He Wouldn't, And He Did.