You Die In The Middle Of Your

That Deep, Can-still-taste-her-in-my-mouth Sleep.

...it Occurred To Me That The Voracious Ambition Of Humans Is Never Sated By Dreams Coming True, Because There Is Always The Thought That Everything Might Be Done Better And Again.

The Pleasure Of Remembering Had Been Taken From Me, There Was No Longer Anyone To Remember With.

"nothing," I Said. "i’m Just…" I Couldn’t Finish The Sentence, Didn’t Know How To. "i’m Just Very, Very Fond Of You."

I Leaned In Toward Her, Suddenly Overwhelmed With The Feeling That We Must Kiss.