It's One Thing To Fall In Love.

We Just Want To Walk. Our Legs Need To Move To Keep Our Minds From Collapsing.

That's What It Felt Like - That If I Let A Little Of The Hurt Out, It Would Keep Pouring Out Until I Was A Deflated Balloon Of A Person, With A Big Monster Of Hurt In Front Of Me.

I Was Starting To Think I Was Making Up Memories, Just To Have Answers. Our Brain Does That Sometimes. Or At Least Mine Does.

If There Wasn't A Word For It, Would We Realize Our Masochism As Much?

It's Goodbye To Some Things. And Hello To Others.