My Stomach Gets That Hollowed-out Feeling. It's

He Looked At Me Like I Was Beautiful.

One Of The Strangest Things About Life Is That It Will Chug On, Blind And Oblivious, Even As Your Private World - Your Little Carved-out Sphere - Is Twisting And Morphing, Even Breaking Apart.

Everything Looks Stark And Vivid And Frozen, As Though Drawn Precisely And Outlined In Ink - Parents' Smiles Frozen, Camera Flashes Blinding, Mouths Open And White Teeth Glinstening, Dark Glossy Hair And Deep Blue Sky And Unrelenting Light, Everyone Drowning In Light - Everything So Clear And Perfect I'm Sure It Must Already Be A Memory, Or A Dream.

You Have To Understand. I Wasn't Just Thinking Of Me. I Was Thinking Of Her, Too.

If You Want Something, If You Take It For Your Own, You'll Always Be Taking It From Someone Else.