I Write About What Interests Me. It's

My Memory Loves You… It Asks About You All The Time.

Just Write About What Bites You And Damn The Rest.

Fear Pounds On The Door To Our Heart Demanding To Be Let In. Joy Is Modest And Often Comes Into Our Lives Like A Shy Person Entering A Room; It Can Take A While To Even Notice It's There.

When You Love Someone Deeply, You Know Secrets They Haven't Told You Yet. Or Secrets They Aren't Even Aware Of Themselves. ... She Was Also The Person I Wanted To Share The Trivia Of My Life With, Because That Too Is Part Of The Magic Of Concern: Whatever You Live Is Important To Them And They Will Help You Through It.

Time Talks Behind Our Back. To Our Face It's Friendly And Logical, Never Hesitating To Give More Of Itself. But When We're Not Looking, It Steals Our Lives And Says Bad Things About Us To The Parts Of Us It's Stolen