Would I ever find forever love? Do I really want to, when forever was a word without meaning?

I'll Stay ...leave ...me. ...I'll ...follow ...you.

Easier, sometimes, to gulp down giant spoonfuls of uncertainty than it is to swallow throat-clogging capsules of what really is.

He did seem like a nice boy. Seeming and being are two different things.

But then, my entire life is bullshit. The best things in it have vanished, ghosts. Ghosts I'll admit I created.

Now that I have opened that bottle of memories they're pouring out like wine, crimson and bittersweet.

With you, I am Eve. And you are my beautiful Adam. Let's run away, find our garden, live there together, happy. Naked.