She would stay on the road and in hiding, a balloon floating through the sky, eating up hundreds of miles a day with a help of the perpetual tailwind.

Compromise is when you do what I tell you and I do what I want. ~Tiny Cooper

It was an indulgence, learning last words. Other people had chocolate; I had dying declarations.

I always wondered if there was a purpose to the universe, if there was a plan, if there was some sort of organizing factor, hopefully that I played a role in.

She raised one leg and gave me all her weight as a I dipped her. She either trusted me or wanted to fall.

And I vaguely remember her smiling at me from the door way the glittering ambiguity of a girls smile, which seems to promise an answer to the question, but never gives it. The question, the one we’ve all been asking since girls stopped being gross, the question that is to simple to be uncomplicated: Does she like me or does she LIKE me?

So I wasn't lying, exactly. I was just choosing among truths.