How Can You Call It Love When

But They Were Wrong. There Was A Reason.

And Concentrating On The Spot Where The Two Spindles Should Be Is The Closest I Get To Looking Hannah's Eyes As She Tells My Story.

You Can't Go Back To How Things Were. How You Thought They Were. All You Really Have Is...now.

As A Writer, My Only Responsibility Is To Tell A Compelling Story.

I Hate Not Knowing What To Believe Anymore. I Hate Not Knowing What's Real.