Love As A Verb. Love As A

It's Simply Human Nature To Have An Occasional, Fleeting Interest In Someone Whom You Once Loved.

(mother)" She Used To Tell Me To Get My Nose Out Of My Book And Go Get Some Fresh Air.

I Remember That My Mother Once Told Me That The Opposite Of Love Isn't Hate, It's Indifference.

I Try To Be True To The Characters That I've Created And Sometimes I Disagree With Them, But Their Opinions About The Story And The Characters Really Matter To Me.

I Think I Hoped For Something More. Maybe I Even Hoped That I Could Find In Richard What I Had With Ben. But It Is Suddenly Very Clear: Richard Is Not Fallin In Love With Me And I'm Not Falling In Love With Richard. We Are Not Creating Anything Permanent Or Special. We Are Only Having Fun Together. It Is A Fling- A Fling Just Like He Said Last Night- A Fling With An Ending Yet To Be Determined. I Feel Relieved To Have It Defined