A photo says, you were happy, and I wanted to catch that. A photo says, you were so important to me that I put down everything else to come watch.

by now you've already formed your own impression. you believe that an act committed a lifetime ago defines a man, or you believe that a person's past has nothing to do with his future. you think i am either a hero, or a monster. maybe knowning more about circumstances will make you think differently about me, but it won't change what happened twenty-eight years ago.

The damage was permanent; there would always be scars. But even the angriest scars faded over time until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all, and the only thing that remained was the memory of how painful it had been.

People don’t just disappear. There’s always a reason, or an enemy with a grudge. There’s always a loose thread that starts to unravel.

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

If I have gained anything over these months, it is the knowledge there is no starting over- only living with the mistakes you've made.

Often, when the last page is turned, it will haunt you.