Why Won't They Leave Me Alone? Don't

And I Find Myself Saying, “it Wasn’t Really About Her.” And Finding It’s True. What Do You Mean?” Norah Asks. It Was About The Feeling, You Know? She Caused It In Me, But It Wasn’t About Her. It Was About My Reaction, What I Wanted To Feel And Then Convinced Myself That I Felt, Because I Wanted It That Bad. That Illusion. It Was Love Because I Created It As Love.

Told Her She Was Beautiful. Didn't Give Up When She Didn't Believe Me.

Sharing Truth Is Not The Kind Of Gift That Comes In Wrapping Paper - Ripped Open Once And, There, You're Done. No, This Is A Gift That Must Be Unfolded.

Pride Is Allowed To Have An Element Of Worry, Especially When You Are A Mother.

They Defy Gravity, As Good Books Should.