That's What All Love Comes Down To,

Every Day, I Live A Lie But Not The Crocodile Kind.

There’s Too Much Tension In The World… What Hope Is There In The Middle East If You And I Can’t Make Peace.

It Just Makes Me Wonder What Subject You Blame For Talking To Me Every Night.' I'm Still Settling On An Answer For That One. Probably Chemistry. Jesus Christ. I Can't Believe I Just Wrote That.

You, Yes, You, Linger Inside My Heart The Same You Who Stopped Us Before We Could Start.

I Thought Marcus Was Going To Be In My Life Forever. Then I Thought I Was Wrong. Now He’s Back. But This Time I Know What’s Certain: Marcus Will Be Gone Again, And Back Again And Again And Again Because Nothing Is Permanent. Especially People. Strangers Become Friends. Friends Become Lovers. Lovers Become Strangers. Strangers Become Friends Once More, And Over And Over. Tomorrow, Next Week, Fifty Years From Now, I Know I’ll Get Another One-word Postcard From Marcus, Because This One Doesn’t Have A Period Signifying The End Of The Sentence. Or The End Of Anything At All.