For I Have Never Wanted

He Was Attractive. I Knew That. And I Knew That Attractive People Always Got Away With Things.

Feeling Someone Else's Anger Is Bad; Being Left Alone Is Worse.

People Are Rarely As Attractive In Reality As They Are In The Eyes Of The People Who Are In Love With Them. Which Is, I Suppose, As It Should Be.

We Love And We Feel And We Try And We Hope.

Deep Breaths. I Am Taking Deep Breaths. Composure. Which, For Me, Means Composing... Maybe This Is My Way Of Creating The Illusion Of Control Over Something I Have No Control Over. Like, If It's Just A Story I'm Telling Or A Song I'm Singing, Then I'll Be Okay Because I'm The Guy Who's Providing The Words.