We Should Be Protected From The People

Grief Is Like Sinking, Like Being Buried.

The First One, We’ll Name Blue.

For A Split Second, He Had Looked Almost Like My Alex Again.

I Can Admit, Now, That I Must Have Loved Lena. Not In An Unnatural Way, But My Feelings For Her Must Have Been A Kind Of Sickness. How Can Someone Have The Power To Shatter You To Dust--and Also To Make You Feel So Whole?

It's The Way He Says My Name: Like Music.