Who Spit In Your Porridge?

This Is When I Realize That Anna Has Already Left The Table, And More Importantly, That Nobody Noticed.

Sometimes There Aren't Words. The Silence Between Us Is Flung Wide As An Ocean. But I Manage To Reach Across It, To Wrap My Arms Around Him.

Accidents Did Not Just Happen. From Time To Time They Were Carefully Plotted, Calculated, And Arranged To One’s Advantage-all, Of Course, Under The Cloak Of Happenstance.

He Is Dark And Quiet And Completely Different From Me, Which Is Exactly Why I Should Put Distance Between Us. But It Is Also The Reason I Find Him So Fascinating.

You Can't Look Back - You Just Have To Put The Past Behind You, And Find Something Better In Your Future.