Life Is Everything, And You Haven't Lived

Moments Are Precious, Sometimes They Linger And Other Times They're Fleeing, And Yet So Much Could Be Done In Them; You Could Change A Mind, You Could Save A Life And You Could Even Fall In Love.

I Can’t Even Think About What Life “could Have Been” Like In Boston, Without Crying. It’s Like Deja-vu, I Don’t Think Me And Boston Were Ever Meant To Be.

I Write My Novels Longhand. I Love The Feeling Of Writing; I Love To See Pen On Paper. It Feels More Creative Than Typing, And It's A More Visual Process For Me - I Can Picture The Entire Scene In My Head And Am Merely Writing What I See.

There’s Something Completely Unnerving About Seeing Your Parents Upset. I Suppose It’s Because They’re Supposed To Be The Strong Ones, But That’s Not Just It. Ever Since People Are Kids They Use Their Parents As Some Sort Of Measurement For How Bad A Situation Is. When You Fall On The Ground Really Hard And You Can’t Figure Out Whether It Hurts Or Not You Look To Your Parents. If They Look Worried And Rush Toward You, You Cry. If They Laugh And Smack The Ground Saying “bold Ground,” Then You Pick Yourself Up And Get On With It.

Every Single Time You Crossed Over For Me And Met Me On My Side. I Realize Now, I Don't Think I Ever Met You In The Middle. And I Don't Think I Ever Once Said That You For That.