Boys Mystified Me, Although I

...history It Seemed Could Be Something Entirely Different A Splash Of Blood Whose Agony Didn't Fade Overnight Or Over Centuries.

I've Read There Is No Such Thing As A Single Tear, That Old Poetic Trope. And Perhaps There Isn't, Since Hers Was Simply A Companion To My Own.

It Was Strange, I Reflected.. That Even In The Weirdest Circumstances, The Most Troubling Episodes Of One's Life, The Greatest Divides From Home And Familiarity, There Were These Moments Of Undeniable Joy.

There Is Nothing Harder, At Moments, Than Talking To Someone Who Has All The Power Of Silence.

In The End, I Always Act From The Heart, Even If I Also Value Reason And Tradition. I Wish I Could Explain Why, But I Don't Know.