“ The walls of the cell fell away, the sky came down, I saw the big yellow bird. ”
You can love somebody without it being like that. You keep them a stranger, a stranger who's a friend.
~ Truman Capote
He loved her, he loved her, and until he'd loved her she had never minded being alone....
Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act.
Well, I'm about as tall as a shotgun, and just as noisy.
