My Head Spins As I Glance Away,

Some Of My Very Closest Friends Are My Guy Friends, Going Back To The Third Grade, So I Believe In The Integrity Of The Male-female Friendship.

In My Stories, I Think, As I've Gotten Older, The Characters Have Become Stronger And More Independent, And More Capable Of Making Unconventional Decisions.

I Find My Voice And Manage To Say Those Three One-syllable Words Back To Him. Words I Haven't Uttered In A Very, Very Long Time. Words That Meant Nothing Before Now.

Love As A Verb. Love As A Commitment.

There Is No Grief Like Heartbreak.