"Because he reminded me of someone I used to be," she told him.
"If you always knew how it would end," she said, "you might have at least saved us both the trouble."
"The present is just so many possible futures, waiting all together in a crowded room," she told him, as she moved away.
She gave of herself once more, to show him how cruel he could be.
"I can forgive you for being unfaithful," he said, "but not for being indiscreet."
"Avalanche," she said to herself, using a secret language that only they understood.
"I was so wrong," he said. "That doesn't mean that now you're right," she said.
He stole her heart and kept it in a box by the bed. She found it one day and asked him what it was. "Oh, nothing," he replied.
Goodbye my beloved, come back to me soon. Farewell my dear, I can’t bear to see you go. So long my love, have a pleasing trip. See you soon my precious one. Don’t keep me waiting til we meet again, my queen. Pledge me your safe return. Baboon, Baboon April, Baboon. Goodbye my beloved, pleasure … Continue reading Baboon (Spam original)
She walked in on him reading her journal. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Listening to you," he replied.
She was not foolish enough to attempt to save him from himself, despite his obvious need for grace.
He explained himself to her. Not through what he said, but by which he refused to admit.
She calls, only to know that he is there. And it pleases him.4
They held each other, dreaming together, but their dreams were not shared.
Her face was made more beautiful by wisps of hair of which he would brush from her cheek.
She brought her lips to his, then curled them with a mocking smile.
She asked for more, but she wouldn't take what he had to offer.
"Stop thinking," he said. "You stop thinking I'm thinking about you," she replied.
"You'll never know me well enough to know what it is that I really need," she wanted to say.
"Do you practice that smile of yours?" he asked. "Which one?" she smiled back.