I Knew Her Hair And Her Coloring

But There Were Times When You Felt Miserable And You Wanted To Feel Better, And Other Times When You Felt Miserable And You Figured You Would Just Keep On Feeling Miserable.

But It Was Smell That Carried Memory.

Bridget's Anger Evaporated And The Sadness Came Back. The Anger Was Easier. She Owned And Contolled It, Whereas The Sadness Owned Her.

How Many Times Could You Give Up On Someone You Loved?

She Had Willed Her Heart To Stay Small And Contained, But It Wouldn’t Be. Oh, Well.