The Key, I Suppose, Has

So It Persists, For Many Of Us, Hunger Channeled Into Some Internal Circuitry Of Longing, Routed This Way And That, Emerging In A Thousand Different Forms. The Diet Form, The Romance Form, The Addiction Form, The Overriding Hunger For This Purchase Or That Job, This Relationship Or That One. Hunger May Be Insatiable By Nature, It May Be Fathomless, But Our Will To Fill It, Our Often Blind Tenacity In The Face Of It, Can Be Extraordinary.

Dogs Have Such Short Life Spans, It's Like A Concentrated Version Of A Human Life. When They Get Older, They Become Much More Like Our Mothers. They Wait For Us, Watch Out For Us, Are Completely Fascinated By Everything We Do.

Cats ... Are Like Four-legged Poster Children For Ocd.

Was He Smart Enough? Introspective Enough? Was It Just Enough To Love Him, Or Should I Attach Myself To Someone Who Seemed Farther Ahead Of Me, Someone Smarter And More Ambitious Than Me, Who'd Be Sure To Carry Me Along Into The Version Of Adulthood I Thought I Should Be Striving For?

But Then The Wine Came, One Glass And Then A Second Glass. And Somewhere During That Second Drink, The Switch Was Flipped. The Wine Gave Me A Melting Feeling, A Warm Light Sensation In My Head, And I Felt Like Safety Itself Had Arrived In That Glass, Poured Out From The Bottle And Allowed To Spill Out Between Us.