Cassandra Giovanni

I know who you are...I've fallen hard for that person, and I sure as hell am not going to let you fade into your past.

For so long music has been my heart, but now it's you...you're my heart.

Make me a weapon,_ I whispered as he pulled away. __ake it so I never have to dream about this again__ake it so we can have this_forever.

I__e never had a reason to survive__o reason to question the way things were. I lived because I was told to_now I live because I want to. I survive because I want to know what is outside the deception we__e buried in, and I want to experience it with you. You__e the only person I__e ever trusted, and now you__e the reason I__ going to fight. I don__ know how we__e going to make it out of here, but we__l find a way. We__l find a better life.

Sometimes we dream of things that we've always wanted--of things that we have been searching for our whole lives without knowing it...and other times we wake up and know what we have to do. I have to write...so I do.

Everyone wanted me to be the bad boy, the label wanted it, the publicists wanted it, but I was just trying to be myself.

Writing isn't about creating perfect characters. There's no such thing. It's about creating characters that are real; flawed-- yet beautiful, in that they know they need another person. Needing someone else doesn't make them weak; if they believed all they needed was them self,_they would be. A strong heroine isn't afraid to admit that a best friend, or soul mate, is exactly what they need at one moment or another. A strong heroine never stands alone. They stand tall; they believe in who they are. They are perfect in every human flaw, because as humans we are flawed. And in every flaw, I see the perfection of their souls. Writers breath life into simple words and create beings--flaws and all.

Tonight they granted at least one wish,_ I whispered, and I lowered my head so our lips drifted over one another. __ love you Adam, no matter how lost you are_or I am_I will only ever love you.

I loved him desperately, completely, and he wasn__ threatening to consume me anymore. He already had. Everything that was me was him. My heart, mind and soul all were as much a part of him as they were me.

Love hadn__ existed in this world. Only hate, deceit and lies, but by letting him in I__ let all of that crumble.By letting me in he__ done the same, and now we were engaged in an even deadlier game than before.

I know I__ the one who has shattered the perfection that was our souls as one.