You can kill a man with those words. No gun. No bullets. Just words and a girl.
At first, she could not talk. Perhaps it was the sudden bumpiness of love she felt for him. Or had she always loved him?
I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.
My voice is like a rumour. I'm not sure if it came out or not, or if it is true.
A DEFINITION NOT FOUND IN THE DICTIONARY Not leaving: an act of trust and love, often deciphered by children
Why me?' I ask God. God says nothing. I laugh and the stars watch. It's good to be alive.