Where's My Syllabus To Guide Me Through

It Just Makes Me Wonder What Subject You Blame For Talking To Me Every Night.' I'm Still Settling On An Answer For That One. Probably Chemistry. Jesus Christ. I Can't Believe I Just Wrote That.

I Thought Marcus Was Going To Be In My Life Forever. Then I Thought I Was Wrong. Now He’s Back. But This Time I Know What’s Certain: Marcus Will Be Gone Again, And Back Again And Again And Again Because Nothing Is Permanent. Especially People. Strangers Become Friends. Friends Become Lovers. Lovers Become Strangers. Strangers Become Friends Once More, And Over And Over. Tomorrow, Next Week, Fifty Years From Now, I Know I’ll Get Another One-word Postcard From Marcus, Because This One Doesn’t Have A Period Signifying The End Of The Sentence. Or The End Of Anything At All.

But Why Would It Matter? We Aren't ... Or...uh...weren't ..." Which Is It, Jess? "aren't" Or "weren't"? Present Or Past Tense? Now Or Then? "we Haven't Been Talking To Each Other." Past Imperfect Tense. How Appropriate.

A Relationship Ends Because You've Outgrown It. It Can Begin Again Because You, As Two, Can Fill The New Shape.

Hornergy' Is Zen's Term For The Indomitable Athletic Edge Powered By Sexual Restraint. The Basketball, Baseball And Football Teams Haven't Had A Winning Season In Years. The Table-tennis Team, However, Is Undefeated.