It’s Much Easier To Be

We Cracked Up Together, Which Was Necessary, Because She Loved Me Again.

She Was With Me. She Did All Of Those Things And So Many More, Things I Would Never Tell Anyone, And She Never Even Loved Me. Now That’s Love.

...there Are Only Some Many Times You Can Utter "it Does Not Hurt" Before It Begins To Hurt Even More Than The Hurt.

I Took The World Into Me, Rearranged It, And Sent It Back Out As A Question: "do You Like Me?

Fiction Works When It Makes A Reader Feel Something Strongly.