This Is Not a Love Story By Bryonie Wise. Each dark corner, each light-filled pocket, must be inspected. The questions are many and the answers come right away, like waves into shore: Is this me? Does this make my heart race? Am I in integrity with myself? Am I in integrity with Spirit? Is this the truth and if it isn’t, can I hold a space big enough for the truth to be just that and still look at myself in the eyes and forgive myself?