Something stirred beneath my skin, some being inside I'd only suspected existed, demon or angel, I couldn't say.

I know he did horrible things in the jungle. Things no amount of alcohol or pills could erase. War stains soldiers, all the way through their psyches, into their souls. I understand that, and could almost forgive him for taking his own life, to quiet the ghosts. But I can never forgive him for taking my mother with him.

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

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

The only thing about myself I know for sure is that I don't know anything.

I want to open myself, let him inside. But how do I give what has already been taken?

Have you ever once in your life reached out to touch infinity?