So You Want to Know All about her. Who she really is. (Was?) Why she swerved off the high road. Hard left to nowhere, recklessly indifferent to me. Hunter Seth Haskins, her firstborn son. I've been chocking that down for nineteen years. Why did she go on her mindless way, leaving me spinning in a whirlwind of her dust?

I mean, who wants to trudge through life, doing everything just right? Taking no chances means wasting your dreams.

No one teaches you how to walk away from someone who you know loves you. NO one teaches you how to say good-bye.

Would I drown saving him?

Love is like that. I could crush her beneath the weight of confession.

Alone everything changes. Some might call it distorted reality but it's exactly the place I need to be.

Love Is a curious thing. Sometimes it barrels into you, leaves you breathless. Other times, it comes in- to your life, a tentative beam of morning sun sneaking through the blinds, and you think this light isn't possible. The shutters are drawn. Night should linger on. I don't feel like waking. Yet the room comes slowly lit. Sleep slithers away, and at last you can no longer deny the dawning.