So this is life? mildewed, withered and smelling of mold. what will happen when I...get old? I couldn't bear with the loss of child or love. if he was taken from me. i'd go insane. and i'd become the asylum preacher. telling all the inmates of love and hate, of glory and defeat sticks and stones child sticks and S--TO--N--ES I've just finished another one of my Ellen Hopkins novels this one entitled burned. it was so eloquently phrased and yet so devastatingly sad. I have yet to read Identical and Glass, but I've heard great things. Reading that book made me do some searching, inside myself, I decided that we've been together 2 years, 6 months, 18 days. and ever since our four month mark. when I was 16. I knew he was my soul mate, I don't know what I would do without him, at times I wonder what life would be like if I was single, but I know that he is my oxygen. He is my heart beating in the chest of us. boy do i ever love that man.