She only knew how to be herself, and even though that wouldn't be enough for him, it was all she had.
I'm getting that sinking feeling and i know that it's not good. Soon I'll have to delve into my treasure trove of memories because out here I'm nothing but water. I need something solid to remind me that life is wonderful. I can't rely on images and fantasies to keep me company anymore. I need the living breathing, kicking, screaming parts of life to bring me back. We can fight it, us lovers, for only so long.
