Whether We Change Our Lives Or Do

I Couldn't Speak The Language Of His Feelings

Love Me, Because Love Doesn't Exist, And I Have Tried Everything That Does.

Sometimes I Imagined Stitching All Of Our Little Touches Together. How Many Hundreds Of Thousands Of Fingers Brushing Against Each Other Does It Take To Make Love? Why Does Anyone Ever Make Love?

She Repeats Things Until They Are True, Or Until She Can't Tell Whether They Are True Or Not. She Has Become An Expert At Confusing What Is With What Was With What Should Be With What Could Be.

I Don't Mind If Smiles Come At My Expense, I'm A Small Price To Pay.