The Living Deserve Attention, Too

He Took The Hat From My Mouth. ''tell Me You Love Me'', He Said. Gently I Did. The End Came Anyway

Before, They Had Never Found Themselves Broken Together. Usually, It Was One Needing The Other But Not Both Needing Each Other, And So There Had Been A Way, By Touching, To Borrow From The Stronger One's Strength.

Loss Could Be Used As A Measure Of Beauty In A Woman.

There Was One Thing My Murderer Didn't Understand; He Didn't Understand How Much A Father Could Love His Child.

The Living Deserve Attention, Too