But, though I was very much in lust with him, I knew from the start we were nothing like "forever." Maybe because forever is such a scary place.

Sorry. But I don't need some money-grubbing preacher defining my relationship with God.

I do have friends, but they don't know me, only someone I've created to take my place. Someone sculpted from ice. I keep the melted me bottled up inside. Where no one can touch her, until, unbidden, she comes pouring out.

I'll Stay ...leave ...me. ...I'll ...follow ...you.

Anger is a valid emotion. It's only bad when it takes control and makes you do things you don't want to do.

Grown up? Me? I suppose I have. Killing things, and almost killing myself, must have changed me some, after all.

Our meeting, touching, accidentally connecting immediately, interwoven hand-in-hand, heart-to-heart.