I Can't Always Be Lois Lane," I

If You Turned The Fabric Of Our Lives Over, I Imagined The Design On The Backside Would Be Woven In The Bleak Grays Of Doubt And Fear.

Body Armor. Four Thousand Pounds Of Body Armor. And Missile-proof Glass? Nice. What Had Happened To Good Old-fashioned Bulletproof?

It Makes Me . . . Anxious . . . To Be Away From You.

Love Is Irrational, I Reminded Myself. The More You Loved Someone, The Less Sense Anything Made.

Making Decisions Was The Painful Part For Me, The Part I Agonized Over. But Once The Decision Was Made, I Simply Followed Through—usually With Relief That The Choice Was Made. Sometimes The Relief Was Tainted By Despair, Like My Decision To Come To Forks. But It Was Still Better Than Wrestling With The Alternatives.