Like A Blinking Cursor On An Empty

...you Can't Unlearn Something, Even If You Want To. You Know What You Know.

So He Didn't Have To Prove How He Felt About Me. Like So Much Else, I Should Just Know.

My Agent Is So Totally Honest, Which Is Just What Every Writer Needs. She Won't Let Me Sell A Crappy Book, Even If I Want To.

I Eased Back On My Elbows, Tilting My Head Back To Look Up At The Sky, Which Was Pinkish, Streaked With Red. This Was The Time We Knew Best, That Stretch Of Day Going From Dusk To Dark. It Seemed Like We Were Always Waiting For Nighttime Here. I Could Feel The Trampoline Easing Up And Down, Moved By Our Own Breathing, Bringing Us In Small Increments Up And Back From The Sky As The Colors Faded, Slowly, And The Stars Began To Show Themselves.

That First Love. And The First One Who Breaks Your Heart. For Me, They Just Happen To Be The Same Person.