A Daughter Without Her Mother

She Is Like A Child Picking At A Scab, Unable To Stop Herself Even Though She Knows It Will Hurt.

Sometimes Holding On Was All You Could Do.

....both Had Learned That Everything Could Change In An Instant, And That The Heartfelt Vows Of People In Love Were Fragile Words That, Once Shattered, Could Cut So Deeply You'd Bleed Forever.

It Is A Kiss That, Once Begun, Never Really Ends. Interrupted, Yes. Paused, Certainly. But From That Very Moment Onward, Vera Sees The Whole Of Her Life As Only A Breath Away From Kissing Him Again. On That Night In The Park, They Begin The Delicate Task Of Binding Their Souls Together, Creating A Whole Comprising Their Separate Halves.

Some Stories Don't Have Happy Endings. Even Love Stories. Maybe Especially Love Stories.