You can’t walk away from someone you love, leave them drowning in your desertion. If love has no more meaning than that, you can keep it. I don’t want it now or ever again. Don’t want to hear the word or wear its scars.

Cleansed, chlorinated to the point of chemical peel, sore muscles relieved, I felt almost human again. Tiptoe to my room, up a darkened hall, past closed doors, I wondered if I'd ever feel completely human again.

Why doesn't love come with an owner's manual?

Don't Stop ...down, ...Down there ...down where ...monsters, ...Run!

You can turn your back but you can never really walk away.

Red and raw like my heart, pried from your's, the two beating, no longer together, but a thousand miles between them when only yesterday they thumped in unison.

It is hard to believe that something that seems so permanent was once so different. Change. I guess that really is one thing you can count on.