Breathing Is Hard. When You Cry So

He Is Both The Source Of My Happiness And The One I Want To Share It With.

After Working For So Long On Being Sure Of Each Other, Sure Of This Thing, Suddenly We Were Unsure Again.

To Love--to Fall--is Not A Question. To Touch--to Kiss--to Speak--those Are Questions.

Here," She Said. "this Is For You." "i Didn't Really Get You Anything," I Sputtered. "i Mean, I Didn't Know That You Were Going To Be Here, And--" "don't Worry. It's Your Embarrassment At Not Having The Thought That Counts.

We All Contain Mysteries, Especially When Seen From The Inside.