I was going to get the Carolyn Bessette story out of her one way or another.

I spent two weeks prancing around a studio in Queens in my underwear with nine other guys. They were long days. But what the hell, it was Calvin Klein.

The fact is, my parents loved me, and I wanted to be worthy of their love. I wanted to make them proud.

I wanted to grow up to be just like my father.

I too have my own demons, and I have struggled. I've made my own mistakes, and I'm not proud of them.

I began to believe the fairy tales: You know, how we're all out there looking for our magical missing half.

I wanted to marry a girl just like my mom.