I’ve been feeling something else. Like I’m about to be sucked into something powerful and painful.

Okay, maybe this was the meant to be: the universe I knew, loved nothing more than balance.

I want you to play me like a cello.

She's still beautiful. Not in an obvious Vanessa LeGrande or Byrn Shraeder kind of way. In a quiet way that's always been devastating to me.

How can it be so unclear to her when it's like the fingers on my hand to me?

You can have your wishes, your plans, but at the end of the day, it's out of your control -Mia

This is myself, baby. All of my selves. I own each and every one of them. I know who I'm pretending to be and who I am." The look he gives me is withering. "Do you?