Strange World Isn't It?

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.

There S A Difference Between Being In Love And Being In Love With The Idea Of Love.

But What If...what If You Sincerely Believed Something Was True, But You Were Dead Wrong? What If You Were So Stubbornly Sure That You Were Right, That You Wouldn’t Even Consider The Truth? Would The Truth Be Silenced, Or Would It Try To Break Through?

So… Um… What’s The, Er, Date? You Know, The Due Date For The Little Monster.

Too Young,too Young,she Chanted To Herself. Wrong,of Course. I Was Older Than Her Grandfather But According To My Driver's License,she Was Right.