A Flood Of Emotions Rushes Into Me.

Maybe If I Forgot Things Once In A While, We'd All Be A Little Bit Happier.

And As I Stood There In The Hallway―alone―trying To Understand What Had Just Happened And Why, I Realized The Truth: I Wasn't Worth An Explanation―not Even A Reaction. Not In Your Eyes.

You Don’t Know What Goes On In Anyone’s Life But Your Own. And When You Mess With One Part Of A Person’s Life, You’re Not Messing With Just That Part. Unfortunately, You Can’t Be That Precise And Selective. When You Mess With One Part Of A Person’s Life, You’re Messing With Their Entire Life. Everything. . . Affects Everything.

After All, How Often Do We Get A Second Chance?

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