Maybe My Identity's Been Stolen. Or Maybe

It's Just The Way Things Are. And You Can't Dwell On What Might Have Been. You Have To Look At What Is.

It’s The Way He Had A Cup Of Tea Waiting For Me When I Woke Up. It’s The Way He Turned On His Laptop Especially For Me To Look Up All My Internet Horoscopes And Helped Me Choose The Best One. He Knows All The Crappy, Embarrassing Bits About Me That I Normally Try To Hide From Any Man For As Long As Possible… And He Loves Me Anyway.

When I'm On A Break From Writing, I'll Log On To Amazon And Ebay. The Doorbell Is Constantly Being Rung By Deliverymen.

You Can Want And Want And Want, But If He Doesn't Want You Back ... You Might As Well Wish The Sky Were Red.

This Is What's So Annoying About Going Out With Luke. You Can't Get Away With Anything.