I wanted the monster back and that was plainly wrong.

It was amazing how instantaneously the choking fear vanished, amazing how suddenly the feeling of security washed over me - even before I was off the street - as soon as I heard his voice.

Sometimes you have to learn to love what's good for you.

Funny how it kept hitting me, like each new thing was a surprise. When was I going to stop being surprised?

I know you're frustrated that he's keeping you locked up like this, but don't give him too bad a time when he gets back. He loves you more than you know. It terrifies him to be away from you.

So… um… what’s the, er, date? You know, the due date for the little monster.

Forever is only the beginning