She's still doing it, pushing me into situations I can't handle, making me cope. She knows I can't cope.

Don't choose me. I'm not worth your time.

Trust. That was what this was all about. If you can't trust the one you love, you don't have anything.

Secrets. I can't take then with me. If I do, when I go, when I arrive at my final destination, I'll be . . . impure.

At times like this, I'm thankful I don't feel love.

I hope they remember the good stuff, when I was a baby, a toddler, when they still had hopes and dreams for their little girl, their miracle child. In truth they were good to me. They were only doing what they knew how to do; what they thought was best.

You still have," I looked at my watch, "twelve seconds to change your mind. Find someone else and save your reputation." One side of his lip cricked up. "I found you. I'll take my chances.