I Love A Happy Ending.

I Can Always Make Things Longer Than I Intend For Them To Be, But Cutting Things Down Is Just Brutal. It's Like Cutting Off Your Fingers Every Time You Lose A Word.

I Made A Concerned Effort To Focus. There Was Something I Needed To Say. The Most Important Thing. I Love You," I Said, But It Sounded Like Singing. My Voice Rang And Shimmered Like A Bell. As I Love You,"he Told Me.

Like We Were Connected, The Echo Of His Pain Twisted Inside Inside Me. His Pain, My Pain.

As Long As You Like Me The Best. And You Think I’m Good-looking—sort Of. I’m Prepared To Be Annoyingly Persistent.

I Tensed, Waiting For The Fury - Both His And Mine - But It Was Only Quiet And Calm In The Darkness Of His Room. I Could Almost Taste The Sweetness Of Reunion In The Air, A Separate Fragrance From The Perfume Of His Breath; The Emptiness When We Were Apart Left Its Own Bitter Aftertaste, Something I Didn't Consciously Notice Until It Was Removed. There Was No Friction In The Space Between Us. The Stillness Was Peaceful - Not Like The Calm Before The Tempest, But Like A Clear Night Untouched By Even The Dream Of A Storm.