I Think I Would Have

When I Was Writing My First Two Books I Was Also Freelancing And Teaching And Doing Other Odd Jobs.

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?

Perhaps This Is How You Know You're Doing The Thing You're Intended To: No Matter How Slow Or How Slight Your Progress, You Never Feel That It's A Waste Of Time.

I Always Worried Someone Would Notice Me, And Then When No One Did, I Felt Lonely.

And This Is How I Know That It's All Just Words, Words, Words - That Fundamentally, They Make No Difference... Our Relationship, For As Long As Things Were Good, And In That Moment When They Could Have Been Good Again, Was About The Irrelevance Of Words. You Feel What You Feel, You Act As You Act, Who In The History Of The World Has Ever Been Convinced By A Well-reasoned Argument?