They are enthusiasts, devotees. Addicts. Something about the circus stirs their souls, and they ache for it when it is absent. They seek each other out, these people of such specific like mind. They tell of how they found the circus, how those first few steps were like magic. Like stepping into a fairy tale under a curtain of stars… When they depart, they shake hands and embrace like old friends, even if they have only just met, and as they go their separate ways they feel less alone than they had before.

Everything I have done, every change I have made to that circus, every impossible feat and astounding sight, I have done for her.

Misdirection is one of my strengths.

...the thrill of being surrounded by something wondrous and fantastical, only magnified and focused directly at her. The feel of his skin against hers reverberates across her entire body, though his fingers remain entwined in hers.

And there are really never endings, happy or otherwise.

We lead strange lives, chasing our dreams around from place to place.

The fact that people are already reading and loving something I wrote is still hard to believe.