I Must Have Loved You A Lot.

Slowly, With Many Lost Days, I Come Back To Life.

Knowing It And Seeing It Are Two Different Things.

Not Only Does He Hate Me, And Want To Kill Me, He No Longer Believes I'm Human. It Was Less Painful Being Strangled.

Obviously This Person's A Hazard. Stupid People Are Dangerous.

I Look Down At Our Linked Fingers As I Loosen My Grasp, But He Regains His Grip On Me. “no, Don’t Let Go Of Me,” He Says.