You'd Think A Sociopath Assassin Wouldn't Have

By 17, I Was Submitting To Publications And Collecting My First Rejection Slips.

I Stared At Jean-claude And It Wasn't The Beauty Of Him That Made Me Love Him, It Was Just Him. It Was Love Made Up Of A Thousand Touches, A Million Conversations, A Trillion Shared Looks. A Love Made Up Of Danger Shared, Enemies Conquered, A Determination To Neither Of Us Would Change The Other, Even If We Could. I Love Jean-claude, All Of Him, Because If I Took Away The Machiavellian Plottings, The Labyrinth Of His Mind, It Would Lessen Him, Make Him Someone Else.

Children Make That Big A Difference To You? He Asked. I Nodded. Yeah, They Do. I Never Figured You As The Maternal Type. I'm Not, But Kids Are People, Edward, Little People Trapped By The Choices The Adults Around Them Make.

Before I Knew You, I Thought Brave Was Not Being Afraid. You've Taught Me That Bravery Is Being Terrified And Doing It Anyway.

I Hated Missing The End Of Anything. I Was Always Convinced That The Bit I'd Miss Would Be The Best Part.