I Worked Hard To Meet His Eyes,

And Okay, Fair Enough, But There Is This Unwritten Contract Between Author And Reader And I Think Not Ending Your Book Kind Of Violates That Contract.

And I Agreed, But Still, She Owed Us An Explanation. If She Was Up There, Down There, Out There, Somewhere, Maybe She Would Laugh.

The Truth Hurts Because It's Real. It Hurts Because It Mattered. And That's An Important Thing To Acknowledge To Yourself.

The Snow May Be Falling In The Winter Of My Discontent, But At Least I've Got Sarcastic Company.

I'm Not Asexual. I'm Arelationshipal.