Suffering is universal.
The Colonel's hand was so little, and I grabbed it tight, his cold seeping into me and my warmth into him. 'I memorized the populations,' he said.
She taught me everything I knew about crawfish and kissing and pink wine and poetry. She made me different.
The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.
I love you' really is the gateway drug of breaking up.
It was nice - in the dark and the quiet... and her eyes looking back, like there was something in me worth seeing.