The Difference Between Love and Hate- Part 15 Me
Months passed. I did see Kevin again, he helped me with my album. The love issue never came up, and thoughts of a Christmas album were pushed back in the crevices of my mind. I did duets with Brian, AJ, Boyz II Men, and Darren Hayes from Savage Garden. Kevin, Brian and AJ were big writers on the album, and I even co wrote a song using one of Tiffany's poems. The credits for the song would read: Lyrics: TG/MG, Music: Kevin Richardson.
I almost spent more time with the guys doing this album than I did with them on tour. Oh, and Nick and Howie contributed, too. Nick and I ended up agreeing to disagree half the time, but we hardly fought anymore.
Morgon broke up with Max after finding out he was using and dealing drugs. I didn't date much.
I released the album a year and a half later, titled "Peace Frogs." The album was totally dedicated to Tiffany.
I went on my first headlining tour after the album came out and didn't see any of the guys for a year and a half, and barely saw Morgon.
I finally got a break between Halloween and a few days after New Year's, and tried to spend as much time with Morgon as humanly possible. Then we went out a few nights before Christmas...

Kevin
Three years later, I still loved Mary. It was killing me. I'd gotten a girlfriend, but we'd broken up after a few months. It wasn't like me to spend so much time thinking about and loving someone so much. But I dealt with it.
A few nights before Christmas, I got back home from going out with Brian. I was in bed at midnight, exhausted; why, I didn't know.
I was awakened a few hours later by the phone ringing. I looked at the clock. 3:13. Who was calling at this hour? The phone rang again and I picked it up.
"Hello."
"Kev?" The voice was female and sounded scared.
"Mary?" I said, fully awake now and sitting up. She was crying.
"What's wrong?"
"There was an accident..."
"Are you okay?"
"I was driving... Morgon..."
My heart began to climb in my throat.
"What happened?"
"I was driving," she murmured again. "Morgon hit her head... she died..."
"Oh, shit," I whispered. She began to cry again. She was blaming herself.
"Kev, I need you. I need you so bad."
"Where are you?" I asked, getting out of bed.
"I'm at home."
"Stay there, okay? I'll be there in a few minutes."
"Kev?"
I stopped what I was doing and listened.
"Yeah?"
She was silent a minute. Then I heard her take a deep breath.
"I love you, too," she whispered.
And not twenty minutes later, she was in my arms and I was kissing her. It wasn't much different from the time on the bus, except for one thing: she was kissing me back.