Sometimes It Was So Easy To Forget

And He Was My Friend. Not That He Wouldn't Kill Me If Things Turned Out That Way, But He Wouldn't Like Doing It. With Humans, What More Could You Ask For A Friend?

You Could Run From Someone You Feared, You Could Try To Fight Someone You Hated. All My Reactions Were Geared Toward Those Kinds Of Killers – The Monsters, The Enemies. When You Loved The One Who Was Killing You, It Left You No Options. How Could You Run, How Could You Fight, When Doing So Would Hurt That Beloved One? If Your Life Was All You Had To Give Your Beloved, How Could You Not Give It? If It Was Someone You Truly Loved?

I Stared Into Her Eyes, Wide Under The Thick Fringe Of Lashes, And Yearned For Sleep. Not For Oblivion, As I Had Before, Not To Escape Boredom, But Because I Wanted To *dream*. Maybe, If I Could Be Unconscious, If I Could Dream, I Could Live For A Few Hours In A World Where She And I Could Be Together. She Dreamed Of Me. I Wanted To Dream Of Her.

As A Child, I Actually Wanted To Be A Lawyer. That Was The Goal. I Didn't Plan To Be An Author, And Then Even Less, Did I Plan To Produce Movies. It All Just Happened.

Everything In My World Was About Him. What A Silly Thing To Expect.