More Than Anything, All I Have Ever

In Lilly's Eyes Her Beautiful Clear Water Eyes There Is What I Have Sought And Never Found, Wanted And Never Had, Hoped For And Never Discovered. Love.

I Go To My Room And I Drink And I Smoke Some Cigarettes And I Think About Her. I Drink And I Smoke And I Think About Her And At A Certain Point Blackness Comes And My Memory Fails Me.

I Try To Write Books That Are Different From The Books I've Already Written. I Think One Of The Thing I Really Try To Do Is Reinvent How A Novel Can Be Written.

She Made Me Feel Better Than I Have Ever Felt, Better Than I Imagined I Could Feel, And It Scared Me, It Scared Me To The Point Of Paralysis.

We Stare Into Each Other's Eyes And Softly Kiss Speaking And Saying More With The Movement Of Our Lips And The Tips Of Our Fingers Than Words Will Allow Us To Say. Words Can't Say This. The One Word Love Means Too Little For What It Is. It Means Everything And That Is Still Not Enough. It Doesn't Communicate Even A Fraction Of The Feelings Involved. Love. The Word Is Not Enough For What It Is. Love. Love.