Jaden Wilkes

She__ contemplative; I can feel the air around her thick with her thoughts. __o,_ she says at last, __ want to believe you__e being sincere but I know you__e not. So I say no, because even if I allow myself to fantasize a little about our lives in a cabin on the beach, I still find myself being left by you. There__ almost no scenario I can think of where we live happily ever after.___here could be,_ I tell her and mean it at the moment. Maybe mean it for longer. Her fingers stop moving and she sighs. I open my eyes and she__ staring down at me. The lights have come on around the parking lot and one of them shines directly into her face. She angelic, a neon seraphim under the brilliant skies of the spring. I can see us on our boat, eating our hand picked clams on the fire behind our place. I can see it so vividly I__ almost sure it__ happened.

No matter how damaged we were by our lives, we are whole when we are together

Human hearts are such pathetic, frail little things_ like Ego wrapped in needy insecurity stuffed inside a glass box, so easily shattered.