I Know You Think That I Have

It Makes Me . . . Anxious . . . To Be Away From You.

I Said It Would Be Better If We Weren’t Friends, Not That I Didn’t Want To Be.

I Can't Always Be Lois Lane," I Insisted. "i Want To Be Superman, Too.

Is It Really Sick For Me To Be Happy Right Now?" I Asked. My Voice Broke Twice. He Didn't Push Me Away. He Pulled Me Tight Against His Ice-hard Chest, So Tight It Was Hard To Breathe, Even With My Lungs Securely Intact. "i Know Exactly What You Mean," He Whispered. "but We Have Lot Of Reasons To Be Happy. For One, We're Alive." "yes," I Agreed. "that's A Good One." "and Together," He Breathed. His Breath Was So Sweet It Made My Head Swim.

That's The Funny Thing About Knowing You Can't Have Something. It Makes You Desperate.