You Will Go On And Meet Someone

No More Humiliation For Me, Thanks Very Much. No More Swallowing My Anger. Honestly, I Couldn't Manage Another Mouthful. But It Was Delicious. Did You Make It Yourself?

Failed Relationships Can Be Described As So Much Wasted Make-up.

You Will Go On And Meet Someone Else And I'll Just Be A Chapter In Your Tale, But For Me, You Were, You Are And You Always Will Be, The Whole Story.

Every Day I Wake Up Afraid That I Won't Be Able To Write, That Today Is The Day It Has Left Me.

Besides, I'd Seen A Really Nice Pair Of Shoes Yesterday In The Mall And I Wanted Them For My Own. I Can't Describe The Feeling Of Immediate Familiarity That Rushed Between Us. The Moment I Clapped Eyes On Them I Felt Like I Already Owned Them. I Could Only Suppose That We Were Together In A Former Life. That They Were My Shoes When I Was A Serving Maid In Medieval Britain Or When I Was A Princess In Ancient Egypt. Or Perhaps They Were The Princess And I Was The Shoes. Who's To Know? Either Way I Knew That We Were Meant To Be Together.