I Love Her. I Need Her. I

To Write A Story, I Think You Really Have To Open Yourself Up To The World.

Carmen Was Bad At Loving. She Loved Too Hard.

I'm Writing This Down, Because It Is Going To Be Hard For Me To Say It. Because This Is Probably Our Last Time Just Us. See, I Can Write That Down, But I Don't Think I Can Say It. I'm Not Doing This To Say Goodbye, Though I Know That Has To Be Part Of It. I'm Doing It To Thank You For All We Have Had And Done And Been For One Another, To Say I Love You For Making This Life Of Mine What It Is. Leaving You Is The Hardest Thing I Have To Do. But The Thing Is, The Best Parts Of Me Are In You, All Three Of You. You Are Who I Am, And What I Cherish In Myself Stays On In You.

He Was The Strangest Of Strangers In That He Was Also Her Oldest Friend.

She Remembered Me.' This Was His Worst Weakness, His Most Toxic Drug.