She Couldn't Remember The Last

We Each Have Our Hiding Places And We Each Put Up With The Little Quirks Of The People We Love.

We Had Come Here To Have A Break From Thoughts And The Hard Work That Came With The Constant Interaction With Idiots. Or At Least People We Considered Idiots Because They Were Not Mind Readers And We Had To, Patiently, Use Polite Words To Explain Things That We Were Thinking When Really Inside We Were Fighting The Urge To Take Their Heads In Our Hands And Softly And Repeatedly Thud Their Foreheads Off The Wall.

Well I Think Its Quite Obvious That If You're Going To Rely On Something To Carry Your Wishes, You Might As Well Know Where Exactly It Has Come From And Where It Intends On Going

Time Cannot Be Packaged And Ribboned And Left Under Trees For Christmas Morning.time Can't Be Given.but It Can Be Shared

Elizabeth’s Hands Flew To Her Mouth; Tears Filled Her Eyes With Happiness As She Realized He Was Fulfilling Yet Another Of Her And Her Mother’s Intended Activities. “why Are You Fulfilling All Of My Mother’s Dreams?” She Asked, Studying His Face And Searching For Answers. “so You Don’t Run Away Like She Did In Search Of Them,” He Replied, Taking Her Hand. “come On, Join In!” He Said, Leaping Around.