Love, Life, Meaning...over.

I Didn't Relate Well To People My Age. Maybe The Truth Was That I Didn't Relate Well To People, Period. Even My Mother, Who I Was Closer To Than Anyone Else On The Planet, Was Never In Harmony With Me, Never On Exactly The Same Page. Sometimes I Wondered If I Was Seeing The Same Things Through My Eyes That The Rest Of The World Was Seeing Through Theirs. Maybe There Was A Glitch In My Brain.

Now You Know," I Said Lightly, And Shrugged. "no One's Ever Loved Anyone As Much As I Love You.

Our Relationship Couldn't Continue To Balance, As It Did, On The Point Of A Knife. We Would Fall Off One Edge Or The Other, Depending Entirely Upon His Decision, Or His Instincts. My Decision Was Made, Made Before I'd Ever Consciously Chosen, And I Was Committed To Seeing It Through. Because There Was Nothing More Terrifying To Me, More Excruciating, Than The Thought Of Turning Away From Him. It Was An Impossibility.

Out Of All The Things About Me That Could Frighten You, You Worry About My Driving.

Time Means Little; I Never Notice Its Passing.