I Don't Know If She's Making The

This Is My New Hobby. I Watch My Life Depart Minute By Minute. I Anticipate The End Of Everything And Anything -- A Conversation, A Class, Track Practice, Darkness -- Only To Be Left With More Clock-watching To Take Its Place. I'm Continually Waiting For Something Better That Never Comes. Maybe It Would Help If I Knew What I Wanted.

It's So Much Easier To Convince Yourself You're Madly In Love With Someone When You Know Nothing About Him.

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.

I Knew, Deep Down, That Love, Though A Beautiful Beginning, Isn't Enough. It's The Practice Of Honoring And Caring For Another That's Noble, Not The Emotion Of Love Itself. The Emotion Is The Easy Part.

It's Just Jessica And Marcus, Oxymoronically Alone Together.