I Was Supposed To Write A Romantic

He Had To Fight. That's All He Had. Not Memories, Not Experiences, Not Skills. He Had A Will. And His Will Was To Fight Until He Couldn't Fight Anymore.

People Left A Lot Of Things Behind When They Went In The Water. Their Clothes, Their Stuff, Their Makeup, Their Fixed-up Hair, Their Voices, Their Hearing, Their Sight—at Least As The Normally Experienced Them.

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

All My Life, Everybody Has Seen Me A Certain Way. What Do You See?

I Love That Blurry Place Where Life’s Transitions Are Made Without You Even Knowing It.