It is a paradox. Life is that way. God designed it that way. I believe I met him once. He was full of mischief.

I went to work at the library. I know that sounds crazy but I didn't know where else to go. Besides, at the library I was constantly surrounded by people. And I loved my job, surrounded by so many books, so many lives, so much of the past.

I wanted you to thank you for being my friend and letting me play a part in your story.

There would be a trial and there would be a judge. The only problem was, there could only be one sentence.

No religion is perfect, not after man gets through with it.

They are all I have left—the stars and the memory of the many times I wished upon them. But with all those wishes, I asked for only one thing. To see him again. But I will not see him again. I do not see him now.

Love me...I am not evil.