Poem about Hazel's feelings for Dean….thought it fit the story right now nicely.

Half-way

I want to go back….I had spent so long without anyone, any intimacy…and now I was halfway in-between. Between the reality and fantasy scarred and crying. All the faces seem the same here…when no one feels secure, like they are wearing paper masks, eyes exed out….expressionless.

Here everything is scary.

I have to end it…..my investment is too deep, and how could I imagine he ever would feel the same…..eventually will my fantasy…my writing fail me completely like it's paled in comparison already. It used to be fantasy could be my lovers and in a strange way I was somewhere halfway to content.

Not like this.

And it stands alone again,

Silent

Huddled.

And there's no one to blame but myself-when nothing is simple or soft…..or easy.

I know its all ridiculous

I've weathered worse

if only I didn't care

When will that damn denial set in……….

LacAnn Wolff