Never say never, dear. You might be surprised at what you can do, should circumstances dictate

I want to know what it means to be in love. But in my dictionary 'in love' is indefinable.

Yesterday influences today, thus creates tomorrow.

Coyotes hunt in packs, and so do assholes.

My body Healed quickly. But the wound to my psyche was deep. Wide. First aid, too little, too late, left me hemorrhaging inside, the blood unstaunched by psychological bandage or love's healing magic. Eventually it scabbed over, a thick, ugly welt of memory. I work to conceal it, but no matter how hard I try, once in a while something makes me pick at it until the scarring bleeds. In my arms, Ashante cries, innocence ripped apart by circumstance. Bloodied by inhuman will. Time will prove a tourniquet. But she will always be at risk of infection. (124)

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

Living means taking chances. Risks. Playing safe all the time is being dead inside, even if you happen to still be breathing.