I May Not Be A Human, But

I Didn't Relate Well To People My Age. Maybe The Truth Was That I Didn't Relate Well To People, Period. Even My Mother, Who I Was Closer To Than Anyone Else On The Planet, Was Never In Harmony With Me, Never On Exactly The Same Page. Sometimes I Wondered If I Was Seeing The Same Things Through My Eyes That The Rest Of The World Was Seeing Through Theirs. Maybe There Was A Glitch In My Brain.

You Are The Most Beautiful Thing In My World.

There's No Good Story Without Romance.

The Bond Forged Between Us Was Not One That Could Be Broken By Absence, Distance, Or Time. And No Matter How Much More Special Or Beautiful Or Brilliant Or Perfect Than Me He Might Be, He Was As Irreversibly Altered As I Was. As I Would Always Belong To Him, So Would He Always Be Mine.

But Never In The Four Hundred Years Now Since I Was Born, Have I Ever Seen Anything To Make Me Doubt Whether God Exists In Some Form Or The Other. Not Even The Reflection In The Mirror.