You And I Aren't Friends

Yes, I-- I Think I Love Her. Is That Nuts?

More Than His Exterior Hit Me. I Felt Warm And Safe Just Being With Him. He Brought Comfort After My Terrible Day. So Often With Other People I Felt A Need To Be Center Of Attention, To Be Funny And Always Have Something Clever To Say. It Was A Habit I Needed To Shake. But With Him I Never Felt Like I Had To Be Anything More Than What I Already Was. I Didn’t Have To Entertain Him Or Think Up Jokes Or Even Flirt. It Was Enough To Just Be Together, To Be So Completely Comfortable In Each Other’s Presence—we Lost All Sense Of Self-consciousness.

Okay, God, I Thought. Get Me Out Of This And I’ll Stop My Half-assed Church-going Ways. You Got Me Past A Pack Of Strigoi Tonight. I Mean, Trapping That One Between The Doors Really Shouldn't Have Worked, So Clearly You're On Board. Let Me Get Out Of Here, And I’ll...i Don’t Know. Donate Adrian’s Money To The Poor. Get Baptized. Join A Convent. Well, No. Not That Last One.

No. . .i Mean, I'm Sorry He. . .you Know, Said Those Things To You." "it's Part Of Being A 'good' Family. Everyone's Got Skeletons In Their Closet.

I'm Like A Fine Wine. I Get Better With Age. The Best Is Yet To Come.