Always before, I just said no, left it solidly there. I waver now. I want to share everything with him. Want to know what he knows, feel what he feels, share the same space he's in.

Red and raw like my brain, unable to shut down, thoughts crashing like electrons orbiting a nucleus of deuling emotions.

Forever has no meaning when you're living in the moment. I wasn't ready for that moment to end.

I never went to Albuquerque expecting to find love. I thought it had found me there, followed me home. I never came home expecting to lose love in the space of one brief telephone call. Is it always so short-lived?

I wish I were worthy of his love. (Any love.)I should tell him to run. But I can't. I need him.

Would I ever find forever love? Do I really want to, when forever was a word without meaning?

She's no longer afraid to die. What she's afraid of is living, accepting the status quo.