Everyone Is Fragile. Everything Beautiful Is Fragile

When She Is Happy, She Can't Stop Talking, When She Is Sad She Doesn't Say A Word.

Looking Back, It Was The Thing In His Life That Shamed Him The Most: The Times He Was Purposefully, Calculatingly Mean To Alice. It Was Those Moments, And There Had Been Many Of Them, That Indicated To Him That He Was Not A Good Person. He Got Mad At Her For Many Things, But It Was Always Really For The Same Thing: That She Possessed His Love And He Couldn't Seem To Get It Back. She Didn't Deserve It, Which Was To Say She Deserved Better

Maybe There Is More Truth In How You Feel Than In What Actually Happens.

She Glared At Him, Feeling The Old Frustration. Sometimes In His Presence She Felt The Deepest Connection To Him, And Other Times She Felt Completely Alone-as Though Any Bond To Him Was Her Own Bitter Imagination.

All I Could Think To Do Was Love Her. That's All A Person Can Do.