Of All Life's Pleasures, Only

I Wanted To Cry, But I Realized That I Was Too Old For That. I Would Be A Woman Soon And I Would Have To Learn How To Live With A Divided Heart.

The Painful Things Seemed Like Knots On A Beautiful Necklace, Necessary For Keeping The Beads In Place.

The Story It Told Was Unremarkable: A Tale Of Love Found And Lost- The Oldest Story In The World. The Only Story.

One Of His Tears Fell In My Mouth, Where It Became A Blue Sapphire, Source Of Strength, Source Of Strength And Eternal Hope.

It Is Terrible How Much Has Been Forgotten, Which Is Why, I Suppose, Remembering Seems A Holy Thing.