You left me." Not realizing until I've said my final good-bye and closed the door behind me, that he's not referring to the past. He's prophesying our future.

I thought it was real. But by morning, all I had left were fragmented pieces, shifting images with no beginning or end.

I look at him more than a little shocked by his words knowing how much he likes being right being in charge most people do.

But I've strayed so far from normal now, I'll never find my way back. And the truth is, I no longer want to.

You can’t go back, Ever. You can’t change the past. It just is. . . . This is our destiny. Not yours.

Nothing can rival the incredible rush the act of creation brings. Of crafting something you know is destined to be great for all time.

Best friends make the worst enemies, they know all your secrets and how to hurt you the most.