My parents had a love for music. There were so many records, so much music constantly being played. My mother played piano, my father sang, and we were always surrounded in music.

We can't plan life. All we can do is be available for it.

And what you need ironically. Will turn out what you want to be. If you just let it.

I like a brother that cuts to the chase.

I keep letting you back in. How can I explain myself? As painful as this thing has been, I just can't be with no one else.

Tomorrow is always another day to make things right.

I am just beginning to be more comfortable with my identity.