What is the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?

She left for Juilliard the day after Labor Day. I drove her to the airport. She kissed me good-bye. She told me that she loved me more than life itself. Then she stepped through security. She never came back.

All relationships are tough. Just like with music, sometimes you have harmony and other times you have cacophony.

And that's just it, isn't it? That's how we manage to survive the loss. Because love, it never dies, it never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it.

Pictures can be pretty deceptive.

Sacrifice, that's what we do for the people we love.

It feels like the city is telling secrets down here, privy only to those who think to listen.