The Redness Had Seeped From The Day

I Could Even Feel How Perishable All My Moments Really Were, How All My Life They Had Come To Me Begging To Be Lived, To Be Cherished Even.

How Often Do We Do That, He Wondered--look At Someone And Fail To See What's Really There?

Until We Look From The Bottom Up We Have Nothing.

Nobody Should Go Through Life Without Falling In Love.

I'll Write This All Down For You," I Said. "i'll Put It In A Story." I Don't Know If That's What He Wanted To Ask Me, But It's Something Everybody Wants--for Someone To See The Hurt Done To Them And Set It Down Like It Matters.