Little Less Than A Promise, And A

And I Find Myself Saying, “it Wasn’t Really About Her.” And Finding It’s True. What Do You Mean?” Norah Asks. It Was About The Feeling, You Know? She Caused It In Me, But It Wasn’t About Her. It Was About My Reaction, What I Wanted To Feel And Then Convinced Myself That I Felt, Because I Wanted It That Bad. That Illusion. It Was Love Because I Created It As Love.

Yes, Time Can Be Buoyed By Wordlessness, But It Needs To Be Anchored In Words.

After Working For So Long On Being Sure Of Each Other, Sure Of This Thing, Suddenly We Were Unsure Again.

The Mistake Is Thinking That There Can Be An Antidote To The Uncertainty.

Beauty Comes Naturally, But It's Hard To Be Stunning By Accident.