Moonlight & Metaphors

I read Wuthering Heights actually over a year ago but I cannot get out of my head the searing passion between Catherine and Heathcliff. Though their love story a tragic one, isn't it beautiful? And though extreme, oh so common. We never want to admit when we love someone, we run, we hide, but in the end..."I am Heathcliff!"

I spend a lot of time immersed in written words, in the arms of hard covers and intrigued by names of people who are either long dead or just beginning their lives. I always wonder how they do it. How did John Green push through an evening that only seemed to bring one sentence? All I really have to say is that I have been re-writing various posts for quite some time and my issue is not a matter of what I have to say. I know exactly what story I want to tell.  I just have no idea how to tell it.