Excerpt from my first book 'The Boy Who Cried Love'

I can’t help but think about how broken people always seem to find one another. It is as if they were meant to cross paths. If you were to meet someone who is just as fractured as you are, that you would heal. Exchange your experiences, heal one another with your words and stories together. After meeting him, I was a firm believer in how sometimes broken people fix other broken people, and how sometimes broken things tend to fix themselves as time goes on. I was hoping I could teach him how to love again like he taught me how to believe again and we could save each other the moment we both began to believe. It’s ok to want to save people and not know why. Some people are like that. Some people love more than others and never ask for anything in return. I guess I lived my life differently with my heart of my sleeve. I guess I believed that everyone had the same heart as I did. What I didn’t know, is that hurt people hurt other people, and that broken hearts break hearts!