I've always been interested in exploring the concept of child prodigies. When I was younger, I wrote a story about Mozart as a child and I just always loved this idea of young people who are able to take control of their lives and bring a whole lot of change at such a young age.

Yeah, something was wrong. That was the understatement of the year.

Love is illogical, love had consequences--I did this to myself, and I should be able to take it.

The memory fades, and I’m left hanging on to the ghosts of his words.

Each day means a new twenty-four hours. Each day means everything's possible again. You live in the moment, you die in the moment, you take it all one day at a time. -Day

June has never looked more beautiful than she does now, unadorned and honest, vulnerable yet invincible.

Idiotic reply, June. Why don't you punch him in the face while you're at it. I turn even more flustered when I remember that I have actually pistol-whipped him in the face before. Romantic