I want to compose an autobiography by writing about everyone I've ever met. ~ The MMA fighter, the six foot six inch child. ~ The ex-boyfriend. The man who says he loves, yet steals. The loss, lost. ~ "That ugly bitch is married and I can't even keep a steady boyfriend?" / In other news: We all know that falling in love is exciting, and that being in love is comforting; it is the thought of that love leaving which is scary (ours or theirs). What happens when you've created Life A and are now forced to live Life Q? "I've got bruises on my knees for you." "You left stains on my sheets and stains on my soul." "Well, I *do* love you." - Him "What's love got to do, got to do with it?" R A T I O N (S) A L I T Y |