It Still Might Be A Shock. To

Somewhere Between A Friend And Acquaintance—a Frequaintance, As It Were.

We Believe In The Wrong Things. That's What Frustrates Me The Most. Not The Lack Of Belief, But The Belief In The Wrong Things. You Want Meaning? Well, The Meanings Are Out There. We're Just So Damn Good At Reading Them Wrong.

That's Because You're Interpreting It The Wrong Way. I Didn't Mean It As A Wistful, Overdramatic Declaration. I Mean That The Love I Felt For Him Was Huge And Real, And, While Painful, It Forever Changed Me As A Person, In The Same Way That Being Your Brother Reflects And Changes How I Evolve, And Vice Versa. The Important People In Our Lives Leave Imprints. They May Stay Or Go In The Physical Realm, But They Are Always There In Your Heart, Because They Helped Form Your Heart. There's No Getting Over That.

I Feel Like There's So Much Darkness In All Of My Books.

Usually My Characters, Though Young, Tend To Be Street-wise.