I Look At You Because I Can't

You Have So Much Going On. It Comes Off Like A..." "static?" I Suggested. "exactly!" He Snapped His Fingers And Pointed At Me. "you Need To Tune It, Get Your Frequencies In Check, Like A Radio." "i Would Love To.just Tell Me How." "it's Not A Matter Of Turning A Dial. You Have No On Or Off Switch." He Walked Around In A Large Lazy Circle. "it's Something You Have To Practice. It's More Like Being Potty-trained. You Have To Learn When To Hold It And When To Release." "that's A Pretty Sexy Analogy," I Said.

Writing Has Always Felt Like A Compulsion. Even At High School There'd Be Times When People Would Ask Me If I Wanted To Go And Hang Out And I'd Sit Home And Write Instead.

How Did You Even Know I Wasn't In My Room?" "i Checked On You." Finn Gave Me A Look Like I Was An Idiot. "i Check On You Every Morning." "you Check On Me When I'm Sleeping?" I Gaped At Him. "every Morning?" He Nodded. "i Didn't Know That." "why Would You Know That? You're Sleeping," Finn Pointed Out.

Well,i Hope You Like The Ring." He Held It Out To Me, He Velvet Lid Still Closed. "my Mom Hates It." "i'm Sure I'll Love It,then," I Said, And He Laughed.

An Oblique Angle,” Jack Said, And His Bout Of Jealousy Was Quickly Replaced With Glee. “ha! I Told You I Would Work That In!