You know, I’m not afraid to say that love is my favorite thing to write about. I’m completely and utterly enthralled by it because there are so many different kinds of love. There’s the crazy 100 mile-an-hour kinda love where you see red flags pop up around every corner but you ignore the warning signs. I’ve written about that. There’s the love that starts out with nothing more than a hello and somebody pulling your chair out for you. I’ve written about that too. Then there’s the types of love that I haven’t written about yet, like looking at a newborn baby for the first time or watching the stars with the love of your life after 60 years together. Someday I’ll write about that, but for now I can only draw inspiration from what I’m going through which happens to be those feelings of crazy love and toxic relationships that just crash and burn. To be criticized for that? I think it’s unfair.