We're Not Meant For Happiness,

I Wondered Why It Was That Places Are So Much Lovelier When One Is Alone.

From The Very First, I Knew That It Would Be So...i Smiled To Myself, And Said, "that -- And None Other.

Because I Want To; Because I Must; Because Now And Forever More This Is Where I Belong To Be.

No, Mary Had No Illusions About Romance. Falling In Love Was A Pretty Name For It, That Was All.

Life Was A Series Of Greetings And Farewells, One Was Always Saying Good-bye To Something, To Someone.