This Isn't A Watercolor, It's A Mural.

Love Means Not Ever Having To Say You're Sorry.

And Then I Did What I Had Never Done In His Presence, Much Less In His Arms. I Cried.

There Was A Brief Silence. I Think I Heard Snow Falling.

Please, If One Of Us Cries, Let Both Of Us Cry. But Preferably Neither Of Us.

I Was Afraid Of Being Rejected, Yes. I Was Also Afraid Of Being Accepted For The Wrong Reasons.