I Give Thanks For All That Has

After All This Time, I Know Exactly Where I Belong.

The Real Truth Is That The War Didn't Have Much To Do With It Except That It Provided A Perfect Limbo In Which Two People Who Were Too Young And Too Related Could Start Kissing Without Anything Or Anyone Making Us Stop.

Fate Isn't Some Middle-aged Man With A Squint Who Won't Recognize You If You Change Your Clothes.

I Guess There Was A War Going On Somewhere In The World That Night But It Wasn't One That Could Touch Us.

It Was Not A Big Smile, Not Particularly Bold Or Polite Or Ironic Or Glib, Not Asking For Anything Or Offering Anything, Not Stringy Or Careless, Not, In Short, Like Any Smile I Had Ever Experienced Before. But Such A Smile! You Could Burn A Hole In The World With That Smile.