You're Brilliant,"he Says."but You're A Fool To

There's A Conflicted Look In Day's Eyes, A Joy And A Grief, That Makes Him So Vulnerable. I Realize How Little Defense He Has Against My Words. He Loves So Wholly. It Is His Nature.

Boys Are Different From Girls, But Boys Are Also Different From Other Boys, Just As Girls Are Different From Other Girls. Calling A Book “for Boys” Or “for Girls” Is Well-meaning, But To Me, Not Terribly Helpful.

He Is Beauty, Inside And Out. He Is The Silver Lining In A World Of Darkness. He Is My Light.

Time Heals All Wounds. But Not This One. Not Yet.

I Started Writing Seriously When I Was A Teenager, Around 14 Years Old.