Happy Post #1:

The smell of freshly laundered sheets when I go to bed at night.

Why nature won't take its course (I'm tired of this season)

I thought I’d let you know that they stopped growing when you took off.

You promised then that nothing would change.

Nothing did.

How does one tell what's right from what's left?

I continue to believe that I am a piece of artwork left unfinished.

The operative word here being left.

There are truths in those dares.

The only thing worse than realizing that last night's actions were so wrong is realizing that last night's feelings were so right.

We promise to stick to parlor games next time.