I'm Not Like A Car You Can

The Morning Brought With It, If Not A Brighter Outlook, At Least A Measure Of Control, Some Acceptance. Instinctively, I Knew That The New Tear In My Heart Would Always Ache. That Was Just Going To Be A Part Of Me Now.

Not Many People Get Every Single Thing They Want Plus All The Things They Didn't Think To Ask For In The Same Day.

Forever," He Vowed, Still A Little Staggered. "that's All I'm Asking For," I Said.

You Still Owe Me A Yellow Porsche.

Our Relationship Couldn't Continue To Balance, As It Did, On The Point Of A Knife. We Would Fall Off One Edge Or The Other, Depending Entirely Upon His Decision, Or His Instincts. My Decision Was Made, Made Before I'd Ever Consciously Chosen, And I Was Committed To Seeing It Through. Because There Was Nothing More Terrifying To Me, More Excruciating, Than The Thought Of Turning Away From Him. It Was An Impossibility.