My Dad Used To Say That Living

I Had The Heart Of The Relationship, And No Body To Grow It In... It Broke.

Your Hand Fits Mine Like The Last Piece Of A Jigsaw Puzzle

If You Want To Know Someone's Story, They Have To Tell It Aloud. But Every Time, The Telling Is A Little But Different. It's New, Even To Me.

Suddenly This Is All Too Hard. I Am Tired Of Putting Up Walls. I Want Someone With The Strength - And The Honesty - To Break Them Down.

In Books, You Always Know What's Coming Next. There Are No Surprises.