I whisper and you close your eyes. I speak and you turn away. If I scream, will you finally hear me beg you to hold me close to you, promise you'll never let go?

Being In Love Means hard questions. Will I? Won't I? Should I? Could I? Yes? No? You? Me? There is no me without you. Is there a you without me? And if were truly one. how will I breathe when circomstance pries us apart? You are my oxygen. my substance, the blood inside my veins. When we touch, you are my skin. hold all my joy inside of you. When you go, I wither.

Sad, that lives can be shattered, into so many pieces that they can never be put back together, the the relentless force of love. Irreparable.

The problem with falling in love is falling back out of it again, usually because you've fallen in love with a lie. That happens as often as not.

Not even Carol knows firsthand how it feels to be hurt in such a way by someone who's supposed to protect you

Just keep on shining that light. The rest will take care of itself.

...life is all about chances. You might be safer not taking any. But playing it totally safe means you're only existing. Not living. I want to live.