Without The Existence Of The Opposite, The

And Yet, I Found I Could Survive. I Was Alert, I Felt The Pain - The Aching Loss That Radiated Out From My Chest, Sending Wracking Waves Of Hurt Through My Limbs And Head - But It Was Manageable. I Could Live Through It. I Didn't Feel Like The Pain Had Weakened Over Time, Rather That I'd Grown Strong Enough To Bear It.

Will You Be?” I Asked, Suddenly Anxious. “will You Really Be Here?” “as Long As You Want Me,” He Assured Me. “i'll Always Want You,” I Warned Him. “forever.

We Should Have Been Wiser; We Should Have Died Yesterday.

When I Write A Story, It's Not Like I'm Thinking About What I'm Doing

It Makes Me . . . Anxious . . . To Be Away From You.