You, I forsook you today. In truth, it happened yesterday, and the days before that, too. We paint pictures, draw lines, and blush — oh, the folly of love! But we’re not 16 anymore. We should kno...

You, I write to you, once more, to tell you that things do not just fall into place. Every change demands constant, active effort. Of all the sins I have committed, inaction has to be the most de...

You, You’ve shared my company for long enough to have realized that I do not care for eventualities. Our strides match, if only infrequently. The ability to temporarily disassociate is so powerful...