How could I share the way my heart was breaking when my confessor didn’t believe

She is angle. I am curve. Together, we are geometric sculpture, and we make perfect sense.

I'd like to cry now. Don't know how.

Starving for a high, a place to hang out inside my own head. Starving for touch. Pain, even. A way to feel. I need to feel.

The first time I kissed you. One kiss, and I was totally hooked. Addicted to you. I could never love anyone the way I love you. I'd follow you across the universe.

I feel like a goddess, jailed in her Olympus. Little wonder how the gods toyed with humans. Toyed with women, to watch them squirm, pollinate the seeds of despair; toyed with men, to satiate their Seven Deadly Sins.

As I thought about that, I had to wonder: What will we know better about tomorrow? Who cares? Hindsight is useless.