No Headboards Were Broken.

We All Romanticize The People We Adore.

...and In Freedom, Most People Find Sin.

I Always Liked Routine. I Suppose I Never Found Boredom Very Boring.

I Worked Hard To Meet His Eyes, Even Though They Were The Kind Of Pretty That's Hard To Look At.

Of Course I Tensed Up When He Touched Me. To Be With Him Was To Hurt Him-inevitably. And That's What I'd Felt As He Reached For Me: I'd Felt As Though I Were Committing An Act Of Violence Against Him, Because I Was.