I Will Be Waiting By

Don't Believe Everything You Hear Today

Men, She Thought, Were One Of The World's Few Sure Comforts, Like A Fire On A Cold October Night, Like Cocoa, Like Broken-in-slippers. Their Clumsy Affections, Their Bristly Faces, And Their Willingness To Do What Needed To Be Done - Cook An Omelette, Change Lightbulbs, Make With Hugging - Sometimes Almost Made Being A Woman Fun.

You Loved Me As Hard As You Knew How. I'd Give Anything To Go Back And Love You Better.

She'd Thought Love Had Something To Do With Happiness, But It Turned Out They Were Not Even Vaguely Related. Love Was Closer To A Need, No Different From The Need To Eat, To Breathe.

All The World Is Made Of Music. We Are All Strings On A Lyre. We Resonate. We Sing Together.