In April Nights Past

This is for Joana Marie C.S. and that curious time, years and years ago, that we became friends.

Unlike those around me, I only have one summer to remember. I remember it because on that one summer that I was only was sixteen, somebody taught me how to care genuinely for the first time. No other gesture will ever compare to that.

Book 1 of 'In the Mists of the Southern Hills'