Every Day, I Live A Lie But

It's Just Jessica And Marcus, Oxymoronically Alone Together.

I Wish Our Love Was Right Now.

I Know It Makes Sense For Me And Him To Just Break Up Now And Just Live Our Seperate Lives And Not Have To Worry About Missing Each Other All The Time. But When I Think About That, I Get Sick. Physically Sick. Like I Seriously Throw Up. I Need To Be With Him, Even If I Can’t, Like, Be With Him.

Words Can Be Used As A Bomb Or Balm.

You Called Me A Natural Con Artist And Asked Me What Other Secrets I Was Hiding. I Didn't Answer Because I Already Knew, In Some Deep, Primal Way, What Furtive Truth You Were Referring To: That I Was Destined To Fall In Love With You.