There are times we must sit back and consider who we are. Who we have been and who we have let others see us as all play a part in who we are, but they do not define who we are. We can change at the turn of the hat, convince ourselves that we are something that we are not, and then come to the realization that the person we were yesterday is just as much a part of us today as is the person we will be tomorrow. Then what is love? Real, brotherly/sisterly love...The kind of familial love that does not disappear when earthly ties are broken. That sweet, precious familial love then is a love that lingers when one knows who we have been, who we are, and who we have the capability to be. No matter what we've done or how we've lived or the double life we have carved for ourselves, that love still exists because it transcends all circumstances, and, in fact, embraces them. Real love. I once thought it did not exist. I realize now it is more real than any fairy tale because it is more simple, less jaded, less glittery, but ten times as precious. Because, when we look back at the whirlwind of who we have been and who we are yet to be and see how our lives have been blown apart and reassembled by the hands of fate and circumstance, we realize that any kind of love that can last through that, surely must be eternal...

~April 2, 2003