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

The first time I kissed you. One kiss, and I was totally hooked. Addicted to you. I could never love anyone the way I love you. I'd follow you across the universe.

Memory is a tenuous thing, like a rainbow's end or a camera with a failing lens.

One foot in front of the other, counting tiles on the floor so I don't have to focus the blur of painted smiles, fake faces.

Always before, I just said no, left it solidly there. I waver now. I want to share everything with him. Want to know what he knows, feel what he feels, share the same space he's in.

Every high has an equal, measurable low.

She is angle. I am curve. Together, we are geometric sculpture, and we make perfect sense.