But Now We Have Time.

When I Write, I Picture The Characters A Certain Way In My Head, And They're Not Like Any Actor Or Actress. It's Almost Hard For Me To Let Go Of My Ideas As To The Way They Look.

Life Is About The Gray Areas. Things Are Seldom Black And White, Even When We Wish They Were And Think They Should Be, And I Like Exploring This Nuanced Terrain.

Don't You Wish We Could Pick The People We Love?" "yeah," I Say. "or Just Make The People We Love Want The Same Things We Want.

Sorrow Comes With So Many Defense Mechanisms. You Have Your Shock, Your Denial, Your Getting Wasted, Your Cracking Jokes, And Your Religion. You Also Have The Old Standby Catchall—the Blind Belief In Fate, The Whole "things Happening For A Reason" Drill.

Despite The Fact That I Have No Regrets About How Things Turned Out In My Life, I Still Can't Help Wanting To Understand My Intense Relationship With Leo, As Well As That Turbulent Time Between Adolescence And Adulthood When Everything Feels Raw And Invigorating And Scary-and Why Those Feelings Are All Coming Back To Me Now.