And So I’ll Let You Go, And

We Are Perfect In Our Imperfection.

Since I’ve Known You, You’ve Been Spinning And Spinning And Spinning Into All These Various Personas, And None Of This Self-exploration And Experimentation Has Given You A Sense Of Peace. I’ve Known You For Six Years, Intimately For Four, And I Still Have No Idea Who I’m In Love With.

I Love You, Too." But This Hopeful Farewell Does Little To Bring Peace Of Mind, Even Now. Loving You Has Never Been The Problem. What's Troubling Me Is How Loving You May Never Be Enough.

And So I’ll Let You Go, And Let It Be. Whatever

I Do So Much Revising As I Go Along; I Wonder How I Could Write Books If I Hadn't Grown Up In The Computer Age. I Think I'd Be A Very Different Writer. I Find Myself Cutting And Pasting, Changing Things Around And Deleting Whole Paragraphs Constantly.