My Wants Are Simple: A Job That

I Miss Us, Too. I Always Have, And Probably Always Will

Nothing Is Ever Perfect. It Is What You Make Of It.

I Learned That Getting Mad Was Easier Than Being Sad.

Sure, We Were Friends Who Exchanged Soulful Glances, Friends Who Slept In A Bed Filled With Sexual Tension, Friends Who Found Any Excuse To Touch, But I Worried That We'd Never Take That Perilous Leap Of Faith Toward Becoming A Real Couple, A Permanent Team.

And Then There Is Our Personal History. Memories Only We Share. Things Not Another Living Soul Would Understand.