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.

I needed a break... from myself.

Betrayal. It's one of the worst feelings.

And here he is again, yet things feel like they'll never be as easy between us as they once were.

You need to figure out what you want, Josh. If that means you need to swim against the tide to get it, at least youre aiming for something that could make you very happy.

I've always loved brainstorming with other writers, and I consider having my work critiqued a part of that brainstorming.

No one knows for certain how much impact they have on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue. Yet we push it just the same.