I Don't Think That I

I Wanted To Hold Happiness In Reserve, Like A Bottle Of Champagne. I Postponed It Because I Was Afraid, Because I Overvalued It, And Then I Didn't Want To Use It Up, Because What Do You Wish For Then?

She Really Does Like Him, She Likes Lying Next To Him, She Wants To Be Around Him; When You Get Down To It, Can You Say That About Many People?

... It Struck Me As So Hard To Believe I Was Really Getting What I Wanted; It Was Always Easier To Feel The Lack Of Something Than The Thing Itself.

The Big Occurrences In Life, The Serious Ones, Have For Me Always Been Nearly Impossible To Recognize Because They Never Feel Big Or Serious. In The Moment, You Have To Pee, Your Arm Itches, Or What People Are Saying Strikes You As Melodramatic Or Sentimental, And It's Hard Not To Smirk. You Have A Sense Of What This Type Of Situation Should Be Like - For One Thing, All-consuming - And This Isn't It. But Then You Look Back, And It Was That; It Did Happen.

To Remain Alone Did Not Seem To Me A Terrible Fate, No Worse Than Being Falsely Joined To Another Person.