For A Moment, My Heart

His Secret Name, Which Belongs To Me, And To Him, And To No One Else.

But If You Do Believe, Then You Already Know All About Magic.

Less Than A Month Ago All Of August Still Stretched Before Us - Long And Golden And Reassuring, Like An Endless Period Of Delicious Sleep.

The Thing Is, You Don't Get To Know. It's Not Like You Wake Up With A Bad Feeling In Your Stomach. You Don't See Shadows Where There Shouldn't Be Any. You Don't Remember To Tell Your Parents You Love Them Or--in My Case--remember To Say Good-bye To Them At All.

She Was Mine Before She Was Yours.