He Would Go Somewhere No One Knew

Everything Here Is So Weak, Little Girl. Everything Breaks So Easily. They Want Such Simple Things.

Let Us Begin This Letter, This Prelude To An Encounter, Formally, As A Declaration, In The Old-fashioned Way: I Love You. You Do Not Know Me (although You Have Seen Me, Smiled At Me). I Know You (although Not So Well As I Would Like. I Want To Be There When Your Eyes Flutter Open In The Morning, And You See Me, And You Smile. Surely This Would Be Paradise Enough?). So I Do Declare Myself To You Now, With Pen Set To Paper. I Declare It Again: I Love You.

So," He Asked. "how's Death?" "hard," She Said. "it Just Keeps Going.

Joy And Sorrow Are Like Milk And Cookies. That's How Well They Go Together.

I've Learned Over The Years That Everything Is More Or Less The Same Amount Of Work, So You May As Well Set Your Sights High And Try And Do Something Really Cool.