Harder to get in than out, like so little else.

I'd been through so much, falling short again and again, and only recently had found a place where who I was, right now, was enough.

I just thought to my self, all of a sudden, that we had something in common. A natural chemistry, if you will. And I had a feeling that something big was going to happen. To both of us. That we were, in fact, meant to be together.

Shoulda, coulda, woulda. It's so easy in the past tense.

Well, it's New Year's now but I don't feel that way anymore. I wonder if you do either. Something's happening to me. It's like I'm shrinking smaller and smaller and I can't stp it. There's just os much wrong that I can't imagine the shame in admitting even the tiniest part of it. When you left it was like there was this huge gap to fill, but instead of spreading wide enough to do it I just fell right in, and I'm still falling. Like I'm half-asleep, and I can't wake up, can't wake up.

I wondered if emotions were like menstrual cycles, if you get enough women together. Give it time, and everyone was crying.

talk was cheap and useless. Action was what mattered. And me, I was moving. Now, again, always.