Michael is the name of my favorite archangel.
Which is funny seeing that the most protective people I have ever dated were named, Michael. I have often wondered why that is, and what I did to attract them to me.
My childhood sweetheart: Michael.
The first guy I loved: Michael.
First man to break my heart: Michael.
The man that loved me to the point the gift of writing came back: Michael.
On some end, that’s fitting. Oddly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I Breathe Fire 