One little ripple started today could create a typhoon fifteen years from now.

I needed a break... from myself.

Do you remember the last thing you said to me? The last thing you did to me? And what was the last thing I said to you? Because trust me when I said it I knew it was the last thing I’d ever say.

That's why you did it. You wanted your world to collapse around you. You wanted everything to get as dark as possible.

My heart and my trust were in the process of collapsing. And that collapse created a vacuum in my chest.

I sat. And I thought. And the more I thought, connecting the events in my life, the more my heart collapsed.

I miss video games where the jump-kick was the trickiest combo to master.