I knew it wasn't fair, I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't help it. And after a while, the anger I felt just sort of became part of me, like it was the only way I knew how to handle the grief. I didn't like who I'd become, but I was stuck in this horrible cycle of questions and blame.

I am still yours, Allie, my queen, my timeless beauty. You are, and always have been, the best thing in my life

As a writer, I will tell you that darkness is so easy to make interesting. It is so easy because you're allowed to do anything you want.

He always apologized, and sometimes he would even cry because of the bruises he'd made on her arms or legs or her back. He would say that he hated what he'd done, but in the next breath tell her she'd deserved it. That if she'd been more careful, it wouldn't have happened. That if she'd been paying attention or hadn't been so stupid, he wouldn't have lost his temper.

And suddenly she knew exactly why Catherine had fallen in love with him. It wasn't that he was unusually attractive, or ambitious, or even charming. He was partly those things, but more important, he seemed to live life on his own terms.

No matter where it is in the sky... No matter where you are in the world... the moon is never bigger than your thumb. -John

Working on the plot/story idea for my next novel ... It always takes time.