He Was My Best Friend. I Would

They Call Her My Singer—because Her Blood Sings For Me.

Do You Have A Multiple Personality Disorder?

After A Few Decades, Everyone You Know Will Be Dead. Problem Solved.

My First Feeling Was That There Was No Way To Continue. Writing Isn't Like Math;in Math, Two Plus Two Always Equals Four No Matter What Your Mood Is Like. With Writing, The Way You Feel Changes Everything.

True Love Was Forever Lost. The Prince Was Never Coming Back To Kiss Me Awake From My Enchanted Sleep. I Was Not A Princess, After All. So What Was The Fairy-tale Protocol For Other Kisses? The Mundane Kind That Didn't Break Any Spells? Maybe It Would Be Easy - Like Holding His Hand Or Having His Arms Around Me. Maybe It Would Feel Nice. Maybe It Wouldn't Fell Like A Betrayal. Besides, Who Was I Betraying, Anyway? Just Myself.