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

Fear is a better friend than you, who feel nothing, beneath the weight of my pain.

Some people never find the right kind of love. You know, the kind that steals your breath away, like diving into snowmelt. The kind that jolts your heart, sets it beating apace, an anxious hiccuping of hummingbird wings

I wish I were worthy of his love. (Any love.)I should tell him to run. But I can't. I need him.

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

Addiction is rarely conquered alone.

So when he asked about getting high, I didn't think, I agreed. We smoked some good California green. Took three tries to put me in the place he said I should be.