I wish I hadn't. I wish I'd fought for you. I was weak and stupid.

I am an adult, but a damaged one.

And then, when there is nothing else between us but love, we can begin to find a way to truly be together.

There are memories I a better off without. Things better lost forever.

With him everything is a test, affection is measured, that given weighed against that which has been received, and the balance, more often than not, disappointing him.

Do you trust me? The question is usually asked before an admission that such trust is misplaced.

Thoughts race, as if, in a mind devoid of memory, each idea has too much space to grow and move, to collide with others in a shower of sparks before spinning off into its own distance.