Thinking Of Nothing. Trying To Think Of

I'm Good With Words, But Not The Spoken Kind; I've Often Thought What A Marvelous Thing It Would Be If I Could Only Conduct Relationships On Paper.

In Real Life Turning Points Are Sneaky. They Pass By Unlabeled And Unheeded. Opportunities Are Missed, Catastrophes Unwittingly Celebrated. Turning Points Are Only Uncovered Later, By Historians Who Seek To Bring Order To A Lifetime Of Tangled Moments.

Oh, Grey, No One Really Likes Keeping Secrets. The Only Thing That Makes A Secret Fun Is Knowing That You Weren't Supposed To Tell It.

True Love, It's Like An Illness. I Never Understood It Before. In Books And Plays. Poems. I Never Understood What Drove Otherwise Intelligent, Right-thinking People To Do Such Extravagant, Irrational Things. Now I Do. It's An Illness. You Can Catch It When You Least Expect. There's No Known Cure. And Sometimes, In Its Most Extreme, It's Fatal.

That, My Dear, Is What Makes A Character Interesting, Their Secrets.