Never Argue When You're Winning.

He Said,'trust Yourself, Mon Ami. You Are Not Your Friend With His So-sad Tale. And Anita Is Not Human. Through Us She Is More Than That. Both Of Us Huddle Around Her Humanity Like It Is The Last Candle Flame In A World Of Darkness. But By Our Very Love, We Make Her Less Human, And More.

Love, Whether It's Friendship Or More, Is Like A Cup. It Fills Up Drop By Drop, Until One Last Drop And The Cup Is Full. The Liquid Hangs There Almost Above The Rim, Hangs There On Surface Tension Alone And You Know That One More Drop And It Will Spill Over.

They Say There Is No Light Without Dark, No Good Without Evil, No Male Without Female, No Right Without Wrong. That Nothing Can Exist If It's Direct Opposite Does Not Also Exist.

No Name-calling Truly Bites Deep Unless, In Some Dark Part Of Us, We Believe It. If We Are Confident Enough Then It Is Just Noise.

The Pain Of That First Lost Was Still Raw. You Could Deal With It, Endure It, But Never Escape It.