“It's fine. I'm fine. Unravel your boxer shorts.”
“I'm fine. Well, I'm not fine - I'm here.""Is there something wrong with that?""Absolutely.”
“She studied my face.I rubbed my eyes. "I'm fine," I assured her.That was five months ago. I wasn't fine then and I'm not fine now. (Thwonk)”
“I'd found heaven and grabbed it as tightly as I could, but it was unraveling, an insubstantial thread sliding between my fingers, too fine to hold.”
“Please help me, I begged her silently. "I'm fine." I'm not fine, and I am going to kill someone, and I don't know if I'll be able to stop "I'm fine, let's go back.”
“It's fine," I repeated. And whatever. It was fine. It had to be.”