Sometimes I Can Spend As Long Revising

I Rise Up On My Tiptoes. He's Already Bending His Head Down, Moving His Lips Toward Mine. And Then, Well, I Haven't Exactly Studied This, But I'm Pretty Sure That Ours Is Not The Most Expert Kiss In Sualan History. It's A Little Hard To Figure Out How We Should Tilt Our Heads So Our Noses Don't Bump. But This Kiss Is A Promise, A Vow. Come To Think Of It, It Doesn't Really Matter That Ours Is Not The Most Expert Kiss In Sualan History. It's Still The Best.

I Am Not Just What I Remember. I Am Also What I Dream.

A Thousand Times Today I've Started To Open My Mouth, Started To Squeak Out, "can You Tell Me...? But Then I'd Look Into The Front Seat, At My Mother's Silent Shaking, My Father's Grim Profile, The Mournful Bags Under His Eyes, And All The Questions I Might Ask Seemed Abusive. Assault And Battery, A Question Mark Used Like A Club. My Parents Are Old And Fragile. I'd Have To Heartless To Want To Hurt Them.

I Started Trying To Write When I Was In Second Or Third Grade.

I Wished I'd Known Weeks Ago That We Didn't Have To Be Chaperoned. I Remembered My Old Daydreams: The Prince And I, Alone Together, Cuddling And Whispering... I Probably Would Have Wised Up And Brocken The Engagement Sooner.