Just Because Fate Had Thrown

It Was No Coincidence, That Fear Could Move A Person To Extremes, Just As Seamlessly As Love. They Were The Conjoined Twins Of Emotion: If You Didn't Know What Was At Stake To Lose, You Had Nothing To Fight For.

I've Always Sort Of Wondered: If Everyone Else's Opinion Is What Matters, Then Do You Ever Really Have One Of Your Own?

I Knew Her Well Enough To Understand That When Delia Pushed You Away, It Was Her Way Of Making Sure She Didn't Get Shoved First.

Was There A Language Of Loss? Did Everyone Who Suffered Speak A Different Dialect?

Things Break All The Time. Day Breaks, Waves Break, Voices Break. Promises Break. Hearts Break.