When It Comes To Memories, The Good

Everyone Deserves A Happy Ending.

She Understood What It Was Like To Stand Right In Front Of People You Loved, Even Though They Could Not See You.

History Could Hover, Like A Faint Perfume Or A Memory Stamped On The Back Of One's Eyelids.

If It's Us", She Whispered, "how Come You Get To Decide?" When He Didn't Answer - Couldn't Answer - She Turned And Stared Out The Front Window. As It Turned Out, They Were Still In The Parking Lot. They Hadn't Gotten Anywhere At All.

Wheather It Is Conscious Or Not, You Eventually Make The Decision To Divide Your Life In Half - Before And After - With Loss Being That Tight Bubble In The Middle. You Can Move Around In Spite Of It; You Can Laugh And Smile And Carry On With Your Life, But All It Takes Is One Slow Range Of Motion, A Doubling Over, To Be Fully Aware Of The Empty Space At Your Center.