crawling up into daddy's lap when dad was still DADDY nodding my head against his chest soaking in the comfort of his heart LISTENING to the thump...thump somewhere beneath muscle and breastbone I remember his arms their sublime ENCIRCLING and the shawdow of his voice "I love you, little girl. Put away your bad dreams. Daddy's here" I put them away, Until Daddy became my nightmare that one that came HOME from work everyday and instead of picking me up, chased me far far away

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

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

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.

Why doesn't love come with an owner's manual?

My priest tells me i should not date a mormon but im just too in love with you that i'm willing to take risks

I needed to see, needed to know, needed a whole lot more.