The Curator

The only gift that ever mattered to me was something written, something that can capture the moment of how they felt and how it felt. Today, I read the cards you wrote me, not to suffer, but to feel. I keep these memories close and safe and preserved, although I did have them stained with a bit of saline.

Divided

There are two people in your life,
The one you live with
and the one in your memory.

Crash Course

In love is out of control.

Be A Man

A man that acts without innocence is a man that has lost his intimacy.