Who Is The Love Of My Life?

When I Was Younger, I'd Wanted Someone To Promise Me That Things Would Work Out And Nothing Bad Would Ever Happen Again. But I Understood Now That That Was A Child's Wish. No One Could Promise That. No One. The Grown-ups Could Try, But They Couldn't Promise, Not And Mean It.

Knock Your Bad Self Out.

That Was The Problem With Loving People: It Made You Weak. It Made You Need Them. It Made The Thought Of Not Having Them The Worst Thing In The World.

Human Lives Are Too Short To Waste In Trivialities.

Still It Might Be Nice, Once In A While, Not To Have To Choose Between Evils. Just Once, Couldn't I Choose The Lesser Good?