It Is Better To Lose Than Never

I Went To The Guest Room And Pretended To Write. I Hit The Space Bar Again And Again And Again. My Life Story Was Spaces.

People Who Become Used To Saying Little Become Used To Feeling Little.

...accepting The Compromise Of The Way We Have Been, The Way We Are, And The Way We Will Likely Be...may We Live Together In Unwavering Love And Good Health, Amen.

I Will Describe My Eyes And Then Begin The Story. My Eyes Are Blue And Resplendent. Now I Will Begin The Story.

I Did Not Need To Know If He Could Love Me. I Needed To Know If He Could Need Me.