How do we define life? Whenever we move on to a new stage of life, we mourn the one we left behind. We long for the dreams of youth, yet miss the innocence of childhood. We yearn for the passionate love of our young adult years, yet miss the youthful spirit of our teens. We cherish the beauty of loving someone, yet grow weary of the complications of being loved. Life takes many forms: as passionate as the midday sun, as joyful as a bird at dawn, as quiet as dew in a secluded wood, as bleak as autumn rain and wind, or as pale as a dying person. Whether we want it to or not, life will make us grow up.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
