I Always Had The Sense With Her

This Is What Happened In Love. One Of You Cried A Lot And Then Both Of You Grew Sarcastic.

That Is What Is Wrong With Cold People. Not That They Have Ice In Their Souls - We All Have A Bit Of That - But That They Insist Every Word And Deed Mirror That Ice. They Never Learn The Beauty Or Value Of Gesture. The Emotional Necessity. For Them, It Is All Honesty Before Kindness, Truth Before Art. Love Is Art, Not Truth. It's Like Painting Scenery.

As The Most Recently Arrived To Earthly Life, Children Can Seem In Lingering Possession Of Some Heavenly Lidless Eye.

We Were In Dialogue That Was About Something Other Than What We Were Saying.

I Wondered About The Half-life Of Regret.