I Always Had This Secret Suspicion That

If People Were Like Rain, I Was Like Drizzle And She Was A Hurricane.

We Are Greater Than The Sum Of Our Parts.

I Could Try To Pretend That I Didn't Care Anymore, But It Could Never Be True Again. You Can't Just Make Yourself Matter, And Then Die, Alaska, Because Now, I Am Irretrievably Different, And I'm Sorry I Let You Go, Yes, But You Made The Choice.

But As For Me: I Must Ask The Wounded Man Where He Is Hurt, Because I Cannot Become The Wounded Man. The Only Wounded Man I Can Be Is Me.

Imagining The Future Is A Kind Of Nostalgia.