Is This A Private Fight, Or Can

I Cannot Do It. I Cannot Bear It. I Cannot Go Back To What I Was Here. I Cannot Stand At Her Side And Watch Another Take Her. I Am Not That Strong Or That Good.

Sometimes You Deal With The Devil Not Because You Want To, But Because If You Don't, Someone Else Will.

But If Anything Will Turn Me Off, It's A Very Practiced Approach, As If The Man Has Done It A Thousand Times Before, To A Lot Of Different Women. Which Always Seems To Imply That I Am No Different From All The Rest. Not Flattering.

What Is It About Her That Is So Goddamned Special?

Life Is Often Like That, The Best Balancing On A Knife Edge With The Worst.