I found her lying naked on the lawn at midnight, can I keep her?
I heard the universe as an oratorio sung by a master choir of stars, accompanied by the orchestra of the planets and the percussion of satellites and moons. The aria they performed was a song to break the heart, full of tragic dissonance and deferred...
But there were worse things than disappointment, and I'd lived through several of them already.
I might not be ready to pour out my feelings to the world, but I’d had enough of trying to ignore them.
What would happen if you stopped fighting, and gave yourself permission to feel? Not just the good things, but everything?
I disliked numbers, and they didn't think much of me either.
I realized then that even though I was a tiny speck in an infinite cosmos, a blip on the timeline of eternity, I was not without purpose.
Once upon a time there was a girl who was special. This is not her story. Unless you count the part where I killed her.
