Do you trust me?

In the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home. It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses...

I loved him, more than anything else in the world and that when he was away it was hard to breath and that I couldn’t go through a single second without thinking about him.

It was exactly the sort of thing I needed to be reading that afternoon: a story where, no matter how bad things got, you knew everything was going to turn out fine in the end.

I’m not trying to avoid you,’ I replied lamely, but what else could I say? Sorry Brae but when I first came down to meet you I had no idea how hard it was going...

The hero was the sort of character you could feel yourself falling in love with, no matter how much you tried to convince yourself that he wasn’t real

I forced myself to breathe deeply; perhaps they would have vanished. Perhaps I’d been imagining them because Brae was gone and I was scared without him, and now that he was back I’d feel safe...

Die Freiheit von der Hoffnung ist die vollkommene Freiheit.The freedom of the hope is complete freedom.