“What did she see in me? What does she see that I don't?”

“Stop,' I tell her, stepping between her and the bag. 'Look what you're doing.' Jo gazes down at her hands as if they're not even attached to her body. She lowers them. She says, 'I've got a problem.''No shit,' I reply.Her head lolls back and I can see she's hurting. 'I made you coffee.' I tell her, thumbing at the mug on the picnic table. 'Extra strong.'She asks, 'Did you spike it with arsenic?''We're all out,' I answer. 'Unfortunately, all I could find was Excerdrin.”

“His invitation lingers. So does my question. Why me? I don't know the answer. When I look at myself in the mirror, all I see is a starving, stunted bird who never grew wings and lost all reason to sing.”

“What you see, isn't always what you get”

“She's still doing it, pushing me into situations I can't handle, making me cope. She knows I can't cope.”

“She responds by kissing me harder and longer and deeper. She loves me too. She's just afraid.”

“But she never just accepted me for the way I was.”