I Don't Mind If Smiles Come At

And Here I Am, Instead Of There. I'm Sitting In This Library, Thousands Of Miles From My Life, Writing Another Letter I Know I Won't Be Able To Send, No Matter How Hard I Try And How Much I Want To. How Did That Boy Making Love Behind That Shed Become This Man Writing This Letter At This Table?

I'm So Afraid Of Losing Something I Love That I Refuse To Love Anything

It Was One Of The Best Days Of My Life, A Day During Which I Lived My Life And Didn't Think About My Life At All.

Food Is Not Rational. Food Is Culture, Habit, And Identity.

Sadness Of Not Knowing Enough Words To [express What You Mean].