I'm Unhappy. I Don't Want To Fall

He Often Wondered Whether It Were Possible To Be More Possessed By Desire For Any Other Woman. The Fact Was That They Functioned Well Together, And They Had A Connection As Addictive As Heroin.

His Attitude Had Always Been That If A Woman Clearly Indicated That She Did Not Want Anything More To Do With Him, He Would Go On His Way. Not Respecting Such A Message Would In His Eyes, Show A Lack Of Respect For Her.

It Did No Good To Cry, She Had Learned That Early On. She Had Also Learned That Every Time She Tried To Make Someone Aware Of Something In Her Life, The Situation Just Got Worse. Consequently It Was Up To Her To Solve Her Problems By Herself, Using Whatever Methods She Deemed Necessary.

Friendship Is Probably The Most Common Form Of Love.

But She Wished She Had Had The Guts To Go Up To Him And Say Hello. Or Possibly Break His Legs, She Wasn't Sure Which.