I Started A Short Story But It

I Find You Write With One Person In Mind. Usually For Me That One Person Is My Wife, Because She's My Most Severe Critic And Understands Best What I'm Trying To Do.

Kids Own Nothing. Everything Is Either Promised, Borrowed, Longed For Or Exaggerated.

You Know People Don't Get Better As We Get Older- We Just Get More Of Who We Are.

How Easily We Ignore Or Forget The Small Kindnesses And Considerations In Life Which Are Really The Only Everyday Magic We Witness On A Regular Basis. Just Think- To Make Happiness Out Of Nothing More Than A Few Kind Words Or A Generous Gesture.

At The End Of Their Relationship She Asked If They Could Still Remain Friends. His Face Stayed Expressionless Until He Said "no. Because We Put Friends In Boxes. You See Them Once In A While, Or Even A Lot, But Still They Have Their Box In Your Life, Their Specific Place. Their *category.* That's One Of The Great Things About Being Someone's Love-- You Have No Box In Their Life Because You're Part Of All Their Boxes. You're Their Friend, Their Lover, Their Confidante-- All Those Things. I Don't Want To Be Put In One Of Your Boxes And I Don't Want To Shrink You To Fit Into One Of Mine.