We all romanticize the people we adore.

Maybe some people need to believe in a proper and omnipotent God to pray, but I don't.

Even with everything broken and decided inside her she couldn't quite allow herself to disappear for good.

And then something invisible snapped insider her, and that which had come together commenced to fall apart.

Well, but you can eat Grandma's cookies. They're not bad for you. They were made by Grandma. Grandma wouldn't hurt you.

And then the line was quite but not dead. I almost felt like he was there in my room with me, but in a way it was better, like I was not in my room and he was not in his, but instead we were together in some invisible and tenuous third space that could only be visited on the phone.

So here's my advice: Study broadly and without fear. Learn a language if you can, because that will make your life more interesting. Read a little bit every day. But more importantly, surround yourself with people who you like and make cool stuff with them. In the end, what you do isn't going to be nearly as interesting or important as who you do it with.