Excerpts I'll Never Tell

Coffee-Stained Pages

I hope you're good tonight. I keep pushing through to get on my own.

I wanted you to pick a date, any date. If you can wait till I get home... Talking in incognito.

It's always me to you, but never you to me. In any and all aspects of the phrase.

Green leaves, and bruised knees. Carving an angel out of the stone. Hands through dark coffee ground hair.

I've always wanted that one coming action or saying that never came. I've been looking both ways before I make that cross light. It keeps turning red.

Again, incognito.

November or December? Pick for me. I'll appear with bruised knees, coffee ground hair, a fresh sun tattoo, and a world of astonishing wonder in my eyes.

I've always made the decisions and first steps, and when I hesitate, I never get the determination of being chosen. A stranger. Are you sure? Is that what it is?

Bruised knees, coffee ground hair, fresh sun tattoo -- angel carved from stone.

She's an open book, but pages were torn and missing, the threads are in mangles. You want to know a secret, though?

It was his favorite series.