The Problem Was , You Never Heard

You Want To Write Something As Good As What You've Read.

Writer's Block Is For People Who Have The Luxury Of Time.

When She Smiles, It Feels Like The First Warm Day Of March-- After An Eternity Of Snow, When You Suddenly Remember How Summer Feels On The Backs Of Your Bare Calves & In The Part Of Your Hair.

I Have Only Known Her For Two Years. But If You Took Every Memory, Every Moment, If You Stretched Them End To End-they'd Reach Forever.

There Is Nothing Worse Than Silence, Strung Like Heavy Beads On Too Delicate A Conversation.