But there’s a part of me that wonders what it would be like to be the most important person to someone else, to always feel like you were missing a piece of yourself when he wasn’t near you.

...when they look at me, I so badly want to be who they see.

I haven't run out of ideas yet. Usually while I'm working on a book, I'm doing research for the next one!

Life was what happened when all the what-ifs didn't.

Believe me, Being gay is not a choice. Noone would choose to make life harder than it has to be.

Doing the right thing for someone else occasionally means doing something that feels wrong to you.

I love feeling loved. I don't love knowing that I will always come in second place. I love the fact that at least sometimes when I am in my home, I'm not alone. I don't love the fact that it's not always. I love not having to answer to him. I don't love that he doesn't answer to me. I love the way I feel when I am with him. I don't love the way I feel when I'm not.