Alexander smoked and watched her from his tree stump bench. What are you doing? she would ask him. Nothing, he would reply. Nothing but growing my pain into madness.

Tatiana: "Why did we spend two days fighting when we could have been doing this?" Alexander: "That wasn't fighting, Tatiana. That was foreplay.

Not bombs nor my broken heart can take away from me walking barefoot with you in jasmine June through the Field of Mars.

Tatia: I think its too big to fit

I have a certain sensibility that I bring to my writing that comes from knowing two things: what I as a reader like to read, and what as a writer I am capable of. I know my own limits. I know there are things I cannot do.

Courage, Alexander..... Courage, Tatiana

I love you breathlessly, my amazing man.