Self Pity Is A Disease Which Does

All The Time I Think I Can Never Love You More Than I Already Do. And Then You Do Something Or Say Something, And I Love You More Than Ever. Like Just Now. Like Now. How Is It Possible? Can You Love Someone More And More And At The Same Time, All The Time, Love Them As Much As It's Possible To Love Someone?

Rooms Are A Fixed Size, Which Can't Be Altered Without Pulling Down Walls And Building New Ones. They Should Be Unchanging In Shape And Proportions. But Sometimes They Do Change Depending On Who's In Them.

I Cannot Live Without Reading.

And Trust Dies From Ifs And Buts

Readers Are Made By Readers - It Is So Obvious It Is Almost Banal To Say It.