Since I Was Five, I've Known That

True Love Is Felonious… You Take Someone’s Breath Away… You Rob Them Of The Ability To Utter A Single Word… You Steal A Heart.

So Much Of Marriage Was Implicit And Nonverbal. Had I Gotten So Complacent I'd Forgotten To Communicate?

Missed Opportunities Were Never Superficial Wounds; They Cut Straight To The Bone.

The Music We Listen To May Not Define Who We Are. But It’s A Damn Good Start.

After All, How Many Of Us Had Tried To Forget Something Traumatic...only To Find It Printed On The Back Of Our Eyelids, Tattooed On Our Tongues?