I'd chosen instead to just change my route, go miles out of the way, as if avoiding it would make it go away once and for all.

You own a Tic Tac. Gum is just borrowed. - Esther

I wondered which was harder, in the end. The act of telling, or who you told it to. Or maybe if, when you finally got it out, the story was really all that mattered.

But as i lay there, it only seemes like silence filling my ears. And the thing was, it was so freaking loud.

Because you have to just go with the flow. Your life is not your own, with people coming in and out all the time. You get mellow because you have to.

But risk is just part of relationships. Sometimes they work, sometimes they don't.

In midair, dangling lost above the world.