He's the one. And some thoughts once thought are very hard to unthink.

What if I'm in charge of my own damn light switch?

I can't seem to keep you out like I can everyone else. That I think you could devastate me.

Maybe a person is just made up of a lot of people," I say. "Maybe we're accumulating these new selves all the time.

They do make love stories for girls with black hearts after all. They go like this.

When people fall in love, they burst into flames.