That's The Thing About Best

I Can Admit, Now, That I Must Have Loved Lena. Not In An Unnatural Way, But My Feelings For Her Must Have Been A Kind Of Sickness. How Can Someone Have The Power To Shatter You To Dust--and Also To Make You Feel So Whole?

There Are No Happy Endings, Only Breaks In The Regular Action.

A Room Full Of Words That Are Nearly The Truth But Not Quite, Each Note Fluttering Off The Steam Of Its Rose Like A Broken Butterfly Wing.

This Is What We Are Made For: Promises, Pledges, And Sworn Oaths Of Obedience.

Love: It Will Kill You And Save You, Both