Everyone can use a little beauty.
What happened to romance? sappy soppy longhand love letters.
The whole thing was like a divorce. When we divided everything up, Courtney got my dignity, and I got the heartache.
I wrote poetry, journals, and, especially, plays for the neighborhood kids to perform. I had an ordinary, happy childhood. Nothing much was going on, but I had fun.
Of course, maybe I'd end up like one of those crazy old people with, like, sixty cats. And one day, the neighbors would complain about the smell, and it would turn out I'd died and the cats had eaten...
Better? I went from holding her hand to hugging her. Lindy, you loved me when I wasn't even human.You kissed me when I had no lips. You saw what was deep down inside me when I wasn't even sureabout it...