There Seemed Nothing So True As A

Love Is The Answer, Said The Songs, And That's Ok. It Was Ok, I Supposed, As An Answer. But No More Than That. It Was Not A Solution; It Wasn't Really Even An Answer, Just A Reply.

I Don't Care If I'm A Fish, I Still Want A Bicycle.

We Were In Dialogue That Was About Something Other Than What We Were Saying.

It Was Not Miserable - Often I Did Not Miss Her At All. But There Was Sometimes A Quick, Sinking Ache When I Walked In The Door And Saw She Was Not There. Twice, However, I'd Felt The Same Sinking Feeling When She Was.

Love Is Art, Not Truth. It’s Like Painting Scenery.