My Skepticism Is Strong, But My Curiosity

She Can't Possibly Be Me, Though She Moves When I Move

I Decide To Do What I Always Do When I'm Not Sure What's Going On: I Act Like Everyone Else.

It's Strange To See People You Don't Know Well In The Morning, With Sleepy Eyes And Pillow Creases In Their Cheeks

His Eyes Search The Crowd Until They Find My Face. My Heartbeat Lives In My Throat; Lives In My Cheeks. "i Still Don't Understand," He Says Softly, "how She Knew That It Would Work.

No Need To Continually Insist Upon Your Unshakable Masculinity.