My Heart Is Ripped Open,

Boys Are Different From Girls, But Boys Are Also Different From Other Boys, Just As Girls Are Different From Other Girls. Calling A Book “for Boys” Or “for Girls” Is Well-meaning, But To Me, Not Terribly Helpful.

Everyone Has Darkness Inside Them, However Hidden.

Day, The Boy From The Streets With Nothing Except The Clothes On His Back And The Earnestness In His Eyes, Owns My Heart. He Is Beauty, Inside And Out. He Is The Silver Lining In A World Of Darkness. He Is My Light.

Everything I Am Familiar With Is Gone.

I Hope,” He Replies Softly, “to Get To Know You Again. If You Are Open To It. There Is A Fog Around You That I Would Like To Clear Away.