Once in a while, I smell Clive on my skin and it stops my day. It’s a train crossing; I wait to pass. Eventually the lights stop flashing, the barriers lift. I keep moving.

When relationships fail it is usually because someone chooses not to show up for the battle.

You’re just another story I can’t tell anymore.

She did not tell him this, because it would hurt him to know she had felt that way for a while, that her relationship with him was like being content in a house but always...

Sometimes it’s your fragrance that comes to me, out of the blue, on a crowded road in a Sunday afternoon.But more often, it’s memories of us that cross my mind almost every lone evening.All I...

I prithee send me back my heart,Since I cannot have thine;For if from yours you will not part,Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?

What is it that you want from me?