The Past Is Nothing But A Weight.

Live Free Or Die.

Rainstorms Are Incredible: Falling Shards Of Glass, The Air Full Of Diamonds.

Finishing Books - And Leaving The World You've Created - Is Always A Kind Of Emotionally Wrenching Experience. I Usually Cry.

For All The People Who Have Infected Me With Amor Deliria Nervosa In The Past - You Know Who You Are. For The People Who Will Infect Me In The Future - I Can't Wait To See Who You'll Be. And In Both Cases: Thank You.

For A Split Second, He Had Looked Almost Like My Alex Again.