Then you don't know. You can't know what it feels like to meet a person and suddenly know without a doubt that the whole purpose of your life so far-every choice you made, every twist of fate along the way-was just a journey to get you to that person. My life started when I met Clea. Every minute without her is just killing time until we can be together again.

I can't go more than 72 hours without shopping, but I don't think I'm excessive.

That's so cute! They have birdbaths in the church!

Who are you?" I asked. "You know who I am," he replied. "I'm yours." ~Clea / Sage, pg. 105

This was real. And it was me. I had lived that life, and I had died that death. I was staring at the very end of me.

I'm not scandalous. I think it's actually embarrassing to be in those, yet some people will do anything to be in those magazines. I'm happy with who I am, and I'm happy with the way people portray me. If it's too normal, then that's their opinion.

It's hard to stay true to yourself and what you want in life when there are so many distractions and so much craziness going on around you.