It Was More Dangerous Not To Go;

I Asked Her About Life, And It Was As If She Rummaged Around In A Dusty Chest To Get Me The Answers.

I Know That Disavowal Is An Unusal Form Of Betrayal. From The Outside It Is Impossible To Tell If You Are Disowning Someone Or Simply Exercising Discretion, Being Considerate, Avoiding Embarrassments And Sources Of Irritation. But You, Who Are Doing The Disowning, You Know What You're Doing. And Disavowal Pulls The Underpinnings Away From A Relationship Just As Surely As Other More Flamboyant Types Of Betrayal.

I Took All The Blame. I Admitted Mistakes I Hadn't Made, Intentions I'd Never Had. Whenever She Turned Cold And Hard, I Begged Her To Be Good To Me Again, To Forgive Me And Love Me. Sometimes I Had The Feeling That She Hurt Herself When She Turned Cold And Rigid. As If What She Was Yearning For Was The Warmth Of My Apologies, Protestations, And Entreaties. Sometimes I Thought She Just Bullied Me. But Either Way, I Had No Choice.

People Who Commit Monstrous Crimes Are Not Necessarily Monsters. If They Were, Things Would Be Easy. But They Aren't And It Is One Of The Experiences Of Life.

I'm Not Frightened. I'm Not Frightened Of Anything. The More I Suffer, The More I Love. Danger Will Only Increase My Love. It Will Sharpen It, Forgive Its Vice. I Will Be The Only Angel You Need. You Will Leave Life Even More Beautiful Than You Entered It. Heaven Will Take You Back And Look At You And Say: Only One Thing Can Make A Soul Complete And That Thing Is Love.