How Can A Little Thing Be So

Maybe You'll Get Lucky." I Said Bleakly, Lurching On My Feet. "maybe I'll Get Hit By A Truck On My Way Back.

I Wanted Him Like I Wanted Air To Breathe. Not A Choice- A Necessity.

Romeo Wouldn’t Change His Mind. That’s Why People Still Remembered His Name, Always Twined With Hers.

He Shifted His Weight, Throwing His Good Leg Off The Bed As If He Were Going To Try To Stand. “what Are You Doing?” I Demanded Through The Tears. “lie Down, You Idiot, You’ll Hurt Yourself!” I Jumped To My Feet And Pushed His Good Shoulder Down With Two Hands. He Surrendered, Leaning Back With A Gasp Of Pain, But He Grabbed Me Around My Waist And Pulled Me Down On The Bed, Against His Good Side. I Curled Up There, Trying To Stifle The Silly Sobs Against His Hot Skin.

And It Was Different Because I'd Already Lost Her So Many Times, So Many Ways, In My Head. And Different Because She Was Never Really Mine To Lose. And Different Because This Wasn't My Fault.