I've Never Written A Children's Book, But

Ciao," I Say Casually, And Flick My Hair Back. "si. Ciao." I Could So Be Italian. Except I Might Have To Learn A Few More Words.

And We Spend The Rest Of The Evening Getting Very Pissed And Eating Ice Cream, As We Always Do When Something Good Or Bad Happens To Either One Of Us.

Lover? I Don't Know. I Don't Know If She Loves Me. I Don't Know If I Love Her. All I Can Say Is, She's The One I Think About. All The Time. She's The Voice I Want To Hear. She's The Face I Hope To See.

Don’t Think About It. Don’t Think About What Could Have Been. It’s Too Unbearable.

If Your Life's At A Juncture And You Need To Think About Things, There's Nowhere Better Than Home. However Old You Are.