Sorry. But I don't need some money-grubbing preacher defining my relationship with God.

I'm in love. And I like how that feels. And I hate how that feels. Because love is an invention of fiction writers.

And how can it be he's so in love with me? To grow up without love, and still have so much inside?

That's what I'll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in. Kaeleigh wants to believe in me. I am her twin, forever alive inside her. And when she needs me, I am always here.

In my limited realm of experience, beginnings led to endings.

A best friend is your voice when you can't find it.

I still care for you, you know.. That phrase again. Everyone cares for me. They just don't know how to love me.