We Are Perfect In Our Imperfection.

I Thought Marcus Was Going To Be In My Life Forever. Then I Thought I Was Wrong. Now He’s Back. But This Time I Know What’s Certain: Marcus Will Be Gone Again, And Back Again And Again And Again Because Nothing Is Permanent. Especially People. Strangers Become Friends. Friends Become Lovers. Lovers Become Strangers. Strangers Become Friends Once More, And Over And Over. Tomorrow, Next Week, Fifty Years From Now, I Know I’ll Get Another One-word Postcard From Marcus, Because This One Doesn’t Have A Period Signifying The End Of The Sentence. Or The End Of Anything At All.

A Relationship Ends Because You've Outgrown It. It Can Begin Again Because You, As Two, Can Fill The New Shape.

The Real World, Whether We Like It Or Not, Is Right Here, Right Now. All Of This, Every Day, Is Important. Everybody Matters. Everything We Do Has An Effect On Other, Directly Or Indirectly, Whether We Realize It Or Not.

We Are Adam And Eve Born Out Of Chaos Called Creation Ribbing Me Gave You Life Yet You Forget There Will Always Be A Part Of Me In You Yes I Taunted And Tempted You With My Forbidden Fruit Does That Make Me The Serpent Too? Believe What You Will But If I Am Exiled Alone I Know We Will Be Together Again Someday Naked Without Shame In Paradise My Thanks To You For Being In On My Sin

The Great Thing About Fiction Is That You Can Start Off By Telling The Truth, Then Start Making Stuff Up Like Crazy Whenever You Feel Like It.