No guest rooms.” I shake my head resolutely. “I want to be in a room room. A lived-in room.
Before I FallHow is it possible, I think, to change so much and not be able to change anything at all?
Before I FallI used to think that's what love was: knowing someone so well he was like a part of you.
Before I FallSometimes I dig holes for people to fall in. Then I shout, “I've got you!
Better to be able to love than to be loveable