“ When we read a story, we inhabit it. The covers of the book are like a roof and four walls. What is to happen next will take place within the four walls of the story. And this is possible because the story’s voice makes everything its own.

“ Okay, I’ll admit it. I sometimes have days where I wouldn’t even want to be bothered by anyone. I sometimes get days where I would rather be alone then to be comforted by you or anyone else. I’ll sometimes get days where I’ll cry over the most littlest things and then afterwards apologize to you for being weak. I’ll even get days where I would tell you that I’m not good enough, that you deserve better because you do. Sometimes, maybe sometimes I’ll push you away. I’ll tell you to go, to turn away and never come back. But you know what? I also get those days where I would want to give you everything. Those days when I’ll want to treat you like the great person you are, those days where I’ll want to thank you for putting up with me. I’ll get those days where I’ll want to talk to you and only you, because I know that somehow you always seem to know how to make me feel better. And I know I’m hard to love. I know I’m hard to deal with at times, but please. Don’t give up on me, I know it won’t be easy but I’m asking you to stay, and I think I’ll always will.