She Loves You. She's Just Forgotten How

People Write To Me All The Time, And I Write Back.

He Was In My Hair, My Eyes, My Fingers, My Heart. I Day-dreamed About What He Was Doing, Thinking, Seeing, Smelling, Feeling. I Could Not Eat For Thoughts Of Him.

Sisters, As You Know, Also Have A Unique Relationship. This Is The Person Who Has Known You Your Entire Life, Who Should Love You And Stand By You No Matter What, And Yet It's Your Sister Who Knows Exactly Where To Drive The Knife To Hurt You The Most.

A Brave Heart? It Feels Like A Swollen And Aching Thing In My Chest.

I Write A Thousand Words A Day.