I don't love him, & he definitely doesn't love me. Still, he semi-fills a gaping black hole inside me. That place wants love, maybe even needs love, but love is something I"m pretty sure doesn't exist.

Yeah, I know getting high isn't so smart. Ask me if I care.

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

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?

Torch every book. Burn every page. Char every word to ash. Ideas are incombustible. And therein lies your real fear.

Her smile is like summer moonlight-beautiful and magical, with a fire that could melt the night.

You believe this is a game, and you may be right. But if you think you can play it better than me, think again.