Perhaps in my next one, I will be more comfortable with smiling. Perhaps in my last one, I was loud and extravagant and lived on the outside of my skin. Perhaps it's the other way around. Yet though I do not fear death itself, I fear dying. He would have to cease his endless teasing of death, refusing by means possible and impossible to let it take him.
Death is a thing neither to be courted nor to be scorned.
As I make no claim to wisdom, his share is small indeed. I am sure that I would recognize Enishi no matter what he was. When I see him again, perhaps I should tell him. When he comes, it will doubtless be to tell me that all is in readiness forcing me to a choice that, for different reasons, we know is no choice at all. When I first met my husband, my plan was simple.