"Good choice!" Ellie says when you decide on the paragraph thingies. She hands you another notepad.

"Of course, if you change your mind..."

"Or you could go back to either the living room or peer at the map"

You open up the notepad, and there's a list of titles on the first page.

• Today's Lesson...
• Serenity
• Question time.
• Traffic.

It's said that you learn something new every day. Today I learnt that you are in a corner of my mind. So no matter how far away you are, or how unobtainable, you will always be there when I need you. Always being when you're needed. I can feel your eyes watching, and see your smile, and that's important. You are the stable, calm part of my mind.

So if one day you find me dead before my time, it's probably because you got up in my mind, stretched, and, with one last smile, turned around and walked away.

She didn't move when I entered. Just sat and gazed at the wall. So I sat too, and watched her profile as I talked. I talked about people I knew and she had once known, the weather, anything. And after a while, she turned, and allowed her gaze to follow something unseen, something far beyond the room. Her eyes passed through me, and it was enough. My monologue dried up in the face of that distant serenity, aware that she was in a better place than any I knew.

I left soon after, out past the nurses at their posts. Angry. Once we'd loved, and had promised never to go alone. But she had grown tired of waiting, and gone further than I could ever follow.

What's the difference between love and obsession? Between friend and lover? Can you obsess about a friend? Are there really different kinds of love? Where does loving one's parents come into this? Is parental love closer to obsession? Can I love to be obsessed, as I obsess about being loved? Why is saying 'I love you' so much harder than writing it? If the lines are so fine, why is love smiled upon, while obsession is frowned at?

Can anyone answer me? Will I ever be able to answer myself? Who knows?

I turned out of my drive, starting the half hour drive into work. Within 5 minutes, I hit my first queue. I sigh, sit back, turn the music up, and start thinking about heading for a place with no traffic. I head for roads with no-one on them, not caring where they take me, just following my nose. Drifting from town to town I meet many different people, some angels, some demons, most just human. I hate some , love others, keep moving. Always moving on, before goodbye becomes too painful to suggest, before I get trapped in another queue.

My body betrays my mind once again, and I am shocked back to humdrum reality as I pull into my parking spot. Maybe one day...