For I have never wanted a lover, but I have always wanted to love, and to be loved.

With some break-ups, all you can think about afterwards is how badly it ended and how much the other person hurt you. With others, you become sentimental for the good times and lose track of what went wrong.

I have become very good at clearing histories.

You made me lose my appetite, Boomer." "My mom tells me that all the time. Your family must be just like mine!

Without you I wouldn't have been able to contain the hate. I would have used it against myself. You're the one who helped me control it. My mind spun out to other things. But it always came back to you.

The key is to never recognize these imbalances. To not let the dauntingness daunt us.

Do I really have to find a word for it? Can't it just be what it is?