Sometimes The Memory Of Happiness Cannot Stay

It Was More Dangerous Not To Go; I Was Running The Risk Of Becoming Trapped In My Own Fantasies. So I Was Doing The Right Thing By Going. She Would Behave Normally, I Would Behave Normally, And Everything Would Be Normal Again.

It Is Hard For Me To Imagine That I Felt Good About Behaving Like That. I Also Remember That The Smallest Gesture Of Affection Would Bring A Lump To My Throat, Whether It Was Directed At Me Or At Someone Else. Sometimes All It Took Was A Scene In A Movie. This Juxtaposition Of Callousness And Extreme Sensitivity Seemed Suspicious Even To Me.

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.

In The Past, I Had Particularly Loved Her Smell. She Always Smelled Freshed, Freshly Washed Or Of Freshed Laundry Or Fresh Sweat Or Freshly Loved

When We Open Ourselves You Yourself To Me And I Myself To You, When We Submerge You Into Me And I Into You When We Vanish Into Me You And Into You I Then Am I Me And You Are You.