I Know. It's Shocking To Think That

The Tales We Tell Ourselves About Ourselves Makes Us Who We Are.

I Hate The Very Human Inclination Towards Insensitivity

I Love When I Reach Marcus On The Phone And As He Says Hello, I Can Hear The Music He's Listening To In The Background. That Music Is The Sound Of Him Without Me. How He Surrounds Himself When I'm Not There, Which Is Almost All The Time.

Why Do You Even Put Up With Me?' 'i'm Not Putting Up With You,' He Said, Softly. 'i'm Loving You.

We Are Perfect In Our Imperfection.