Because I've heard so many stories that I don't know which one is the most popular. But I do know which is the least popular. The truth.

And after I dropped him off, I took the longest possible route home... I explored alleys and hidden roads I never knew existed. I discovered neighborhoods entirely new to me. And finally... I discovered I was sick of this town and everything in it.

And what about you-the rest of you-did you notice the scars you left behind? No. Probably not. Because most of them can't be seen with the naked eye.

But they were wrong. There was a reason.

We all know the sound a camera makes when it snaps a picture. Even some of the digitals do it for nostalgia’s sake.

If my love were an ocean, there would be no more land. If my love were a desert, you would see only sand. If my love were a star- late at night, only light. And if my love could grow wings, I'd be soaring in flight.

Watching those guys pummel each other so no one would suspect them of being weak was too much for me. Their reputations were more important than their faces.