And If Only I Could, I'd Make

It's Almost Heartening To Think That The Attachment You Have Can Define Your Perception As Much As Any Other Influence.

Because What's The Point Of Something Virtual If It Doesn't End Up Being Real?

Every Day I Am Someone Else. I Am Myself-i Know I Am Myself-but I Am Also Someone Else. It Has Always Been Like This.

It Doesn't Have To Be On Valentine's Day. It Doesn't Have To Be By The Time You Turn Eighteen Or Thirty-three Or Fifty-nine. It Doesn't Have To Conform To Whatever Is Usual. It Doesn't Have To Be Kismet At Once, Or Rhapsody By The Third Date. It Just Has To Be. In Time. In Place. In Spirit. It Just Has To Be.

Family, Like Arsenic, Works Best In Small Doses...unless You Prefer To Die.