Hurt Tends To Drown Out

My Heart Is Really Pounding," I Said. "that's How You Know You're Having Fun," Margo Said.

I Kept Waiting For That Loneliness And Nervousness To Make Me Want To Go Back. But It Never Did.

And The Moral Of The Story Is That You Don't Remember What Happened. What You Remember Becomes What Happened. And The Second Moral Of The Story, If A Story Can Have Multiple Morals, Is That Dumpers Are Not Inherently Worse Than Dumpees - Breaking Up Isn't Something That Gets Done To You; It's Something That Happens With You.

Before I Got Here, I Thought For A Long Time That The Way Out Of The Labyrinth Was To Pretend That It Did Not Exist, To Build A Small, Self-sufficient World In The Back Corner Of The Endless Maze And To Pretend That I Was Not Lost, But Home.

The Marks Humans Leave Are Too Often Scars.