The truth is, I don't have a real clue what love is - how to find it, how to give it. Once upon a time I thought I knew.

I know I can't stay here forever

Love is for children and dimwads.

And how can it be he's so in love with me? To grow up without love, and still have so much inside?

Home ...Home. ...the word, ...has ...no ...meaning

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?

Learning by example is valid, but when you have the information to know that turning in a certain direction can lead you to a very wrong place, most of the "blame" is on the individual.