Although Salinger Had Long Since Cut Me

I Continued To Protect Him With My Silence.

She Felt Everything Too Deeply, It Was Like The World Was Too Much For Her.

I Compromised My Ability To Tell My Story, At The Most Basic Level.

As For Me, I've Chosen To Follow A Simple Course: Come Clean. And Wherever Possible, Live Your Life In A Way That Won't Leave You Tempted To Lie. Failing That, I'd Rather Be Disliked For Who I Truly Am Than Loved For Who I Am Not. So, I Tell My Story. I Write It Down. I Even Publish It. Sometimes This Is A Humbling Experience. Sometimes It's Embarrassing. But I Haul Around No Terrible Secrets.

If A Man Wishes To Truly Not Be Written About, He Would Do Well Not To Write Letters To 18-year-old Girls, Inviting Them Into His Life.