Would You Please Tell Me What You

It's Just That, I Know How You're Unhappy A Lot. And, Maybe It Doesn't Help Anything, But I Wanted You To Know That I'm Always Here. I Won't Ever Let You Down―i Promise That You Can Always Count On Me. Wow, That Does Sound Corny. But You Know That, Right? That I Would Never, Ever Hurt You?" "yeah Jake. I Know That. And I Already Do Count On You, Probably More Than You Know.

Love Doesn't Always Come In Convenient Packages.

I Stared Into Her Eyes, Wide Under The Thick Fringe Of Lashes, And Yearned For Sleep. Not For Oblivion, As I Had Before, Not To Escape Boredom, But Because I Wanted To *dream*. Maybe, If I Could Be Unconscious, If I Could Dream, I Could Live For A Few Hours In A World Where She And I Could Be Together. She Dreamed Of Me. I Wanted To Dream Of Her.

But What If...what If You Sincerely Believed Something Was True, But You Were Dead Wrong? What If You Were So Stubbornly Sure That You Were Right, That You Wouldn’t Even Consider The Truth? Would The Truth Be Silenced, Or Would It Try To Break Through?

Humans Were Always Surprising Me.