The Person Who Wants Out Of The

I Find My Voice And Manage To Say Those Three One-syllable Words Back To Him. Words I Haven't Uttered In A Very, Very Long Time. Words That Meant Nothing Before Now.

One More Chnce. Words That My Mother Heard, More Than Once. Words That Women Debate. Whether You Can Forgive And Whether You Should Trust. I Think Of All The Judgment From Society, Friends, And Family, The Overwhelming Consensus Seeming To Be That You Should Not Grant Someone Who Betrayed You A Second Chance. That You Should Do Everything You Can To Keep The Knife Out Of Your Back, And To Protect Your Heart And Pride. Cowards Give Second Chances. Fools Give Second Chances. And I Am No Coward, No Fool.

There Are Two Kinds Of Women--those Who Eat In A Crisis And Those Who Lose Their Appetite In A Crisis.

I Miss Us, Too. I Always Have, And Probably Always Will

Surely He Knows We Are All Watching. That I Am Watching. It Is Always That Way When You Are In A Group And Someone Decides To Go For A Swim Or Walk To The Water. The Ocean Is A Giant Stage. It Is Natural That The Others Watch, If Only For A Moment.