Somewhere Between A Friend And Acquaintance—a Frequaintance,

The Universe Doesn't Decide What's Right Or Not Right. You Do.

It's Not The Loving That Hurts This Girl; It's The Understanding Of It For What It Is, That It Will Never Be Returned In The Same Way, That Threatens To Destroy Her. But To Unload The Words - "i Love You" - On An Innocent Party Who Didn't Ask For It, To Reach Across The Dark Space And Touch Him - It's Like The World She Knows Could End If She Dared Speak These Words, Dared Make Such A Move.

The Handwriting Was A Girl’s. I Mean, You Can Tell. That Enchanted Cursive.

In A Field, I Am The Absence Of Field. In A Crowd, I Am The Absence Of Crowd. In A Dream, I Am The Absence Of Dream. But I Don't Want To Live As An Absence. I Move To Keep Things Whole. Because Sometimes I Feel Drunk On Positivity. Sometimes I Feel Amazement At The Tangle Of Words And Lives, And I Want To Be A Part Of That Tangle.

No--when The Rain Falls You Just Let It Fall And You Grin Like A Madman And You Dance With It, Because If You Can Make Yourself Happy In The Rain Then You're Doing Pretty Alright In Life. (nick, Page 156)