Love," He Said, "has The Longest Arms.

I Thought Marcus Was Going To Be In My Life Forever. Then I Thought I Was Wrong. Now He’s Back. But This Time I Know What’s Certain: Marcus Will Be Gone Again, And Back Again And Again And Again Because Nothing Is Permanent. Especially People. Strangers Become Friends. Friends Become Lovers. Lovers Become Strangers. Strangers Become Friends Once More, And Over And Over. Tomorrow, Next Week, Fifty Years From Now, I Know I’ll Get Another One-word Postcard From Marcus, Because This One Doesn’t Have A Period Signifying The End Of The Sentence. Or The End Of Anything At All.

Then A Lightning Bolt Shot Straight Through My Skivvies. Sha-zam!

There’s Too Much Tension In The World… What Hope Is There In The Middle East If You And I Can’t Make Peace.

Love," He Said, "has The Longest Arms.

All Subjects Are The Same. I Memorize Notes For A Test, Spew It, Ace It, Then Forget It. What Makes This Scary For The Future Of Our Country Is That I'm In The Tip-top Percentile On Every Standardized Test. I'm A Model Student With A Very Crappy Attitude About Learning.