Still, That's The Point Of

I've Never Felt So Bereft And Panicky. What Do I Do Without My Phone? How Do I Function? My Hand Keeps Automatically Reaching For My Phone In Its Usual Place In My Pocket. Every Instinct In Me Wants To Text Someone, 'omg, I've Lost My Phone! ' But How Can Do That Without A Bloody Phone?

If I Behave As Though This Is A Completely Normal Situation, Then Maybe It Will Be.

My Voice Is Clotted With Unshed Tears.

You Never Know How Things Are Going To Turn Out, However Much You Plan. But You Already Know That.

Lover? I Don't Know. I Don't Know If She Loves Me. I Don't Know If I Love Her. All I Can Say Is, She's The One I Think About. All The Time. She's The Voice I Want To Hear. She's The Face I Hope To See.