And I Walked For Hours The Mist

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

I Wanted People To Trust Me, Despite Anything They'd Heard. And More Than That, I Wanted Them To Know Me. Not The Stuff They Thought They Knew About Me. No, The Real Me. I Wanted Them To Get Past The Rumors. To See Beyond The Relationships I Once Had, Or Maybe Still Had But That They Didn't Agree With.

The Main Thing I Wanted To Say, And Thankfully It’s What Most People Say They Get Out Of The Book, Is Simply An Acknowledgement That We Do Affect Each Other In Ways We Can’t Predict.

I'm Listening To Someone Give Up. Someone I Knew—someone I Liked. I'm Listening... But Still, I'm Too Late.

I Wanted To Tell You Everything. And That Hurt Because Some Things Were Too Scary. Some Things Even I Didn’t Understand. How Could I Tell Someone—someone I Was Really Talking To For The First Time—everything I Was Thinking? I Couldn’t. It Was Too Soon.