Extremely responsible, secretly longed for spontaneity.
I thought I was someone else.
I was born; some assembly required.
She said nothing could go wrong.
Time to start over, again.
Perpetual work in progress, need editor.
My life is just like yours.
Happy now that I know myself.
To paraphrase William Faulkner, I endured.
If there’s more, I want it.
The day just kept getting better.
Unfortunately, there was no other way.
When talk matters, make it count.
She read too much…into everything.
I write stories. They come true.
Became more like myself every year.
We were each other’s favorite person.
I’m not afraid of anything anymore.
The road diverged; I took it.
I will never be quite finished.
Looking to know everything about everything.