In My Stories, I Think, As I've

I Miss Him In So Many Ways, But Right Now I Miss Him In The Way You Always Miss Someone When You're Single Among A Room Full Of Couples.

I Don’t Know. She Was A Sweet Girl. As Sweet As They Come. I Don’t Know Why I Didn’t Love Her. It’s Something You Can’t Really Control.

I Think I Hoped For Something More. Maybe I Even Hoped That I Could Find In Richard What I Had With Ben. But It Is Suddenly Very Clear: Richard Is Not Fallin In Love With Me And I'm Not Falling In Love With Richard. We Are Not Creating Anything Permanent Or Special. We Are Only Having Fun Together. It Is A Fling- A Fling Just Like He Said Last Night- A Fling With An Ending Yet To Be Determined. I Feel Relieved To Have It Defined

...love Is The Sum Of Our Choices, The Strength Of Our Commitments, The Ties That Bind Us Together.

I Wish I Could Freeze This Moment, Somehow Delay My Final Decision, And Just Hang Here In The Balance Between Two Places, Two Worlds, Two Loves.