I Love You, I'll Never Stop.

But Then She Hadn’t Just Learned To Love This Summer – She Had Also Learned How To Need.

She Must Have Sensed She Never Really Had Him. That Was A Sadness Of Hers, He Knew.

It Was Wrong. But It Was Worth It.

She Used To Cry Roughly Three Times A Year. Now She Seemed To Cry Three Times Before Breakfast. Could That Be Considered Progress?

Maybe Happiness Was Just A Matter Of The Little Upticks- The Traffic Signal That Said "walk" The Second You Go There- And Downticks- The Itch Tag At The Back Of Your Collar- That Happened To Every Person In The Course Of The Day. Maybe Everybody Had The Same Allotted Measure Of Happiness Within Each Day.