I'm Not All You Need,

But You're The Hardest Thing I've Ever Done, And You're Also The Best. So... I Think That's The Moral Of The Story Here. Anything Worth Having Is Worth Fighting For.

You Have So Much Going On. It Comes Off Like A..." "static?" I Suggested. "exactly!" He Snapped His Fingers And Pointed At Me. "you Need To Tune It, Get Your Frequencies In Check, Like A Radio." "i Would Love To.just Tell Me How." "it's Not A Matter Of Turning A Dial. You Have No On Or Off Switch." He Walked Around In A Large Lazy Circle. "it's Something You Have To Practice. It's More Like Being Potty-trained. You Have To Learn When To Hold It And When To Release." "that's A Pretty Sexy Analogy," I Said.

What's Your Angle?" I Asked, Trying To Sound More Playful Than Demanding. "isosceles," Jack Quipped.

What I Told You Before Is Still True. I Want To Know That When You're With Me, It's Because You Want To Be, Not Because You Have To Be.

I Have A Screened In Porch, And It's Nice To Curl Up With A Book Outside When It's Raining, Especially An Old Battered Classic Like 'pride & Prejudice & Zombies.