Life And Love Go On.

I Flicked On The Light Beside My Bed, Waiting For My Breathing To Slow, Veins Full Of Adrenaline From The Realistic Dream. A New Dream, But In Essence So Much The Same As The Many Others That Had Plagued Me In The Past Months. No, Not A Dream. Surely A Memory. I Could Still Feel The Heat Of Jared's Lips On Mine. My Hands Reached Out Without My Permission, Searching Across The Rumpled Sheets, Looking For Something They Didn't Find. My Heart Ached When They Gave Up, Falling To The Bed Limp And Empty.

How Sad. How Frightening. To Be Filled With So Much Hate That You Could Not Even Rejoice In The Healing Of A Child...how Did Anyone Ever Come To That Point?

The Outside World Holds No Interest For Me Without You." -edward

Sometimes Ideas Feel Like They Were Already There, And That You're Just Discovering Them.

Here's To Responsibility," He Toasted. "twice A Week." "and Recklessness Every Day In Between," I Emphasized. He Grinned And Touched His Can To Mine.