His invitation lingers. So does my question. Why me? I don't know the answer. When I look at myself in the mirror, all I see is a starving, stunted bird who never grew wings and lost all reason to sing.

The sad truth is, they should never trust me.

I don't have to answer. Until you know the question.

She responds by kissing me harder and longer and deeper. She loves me too. She's just afraid.

His eyes are like a telescope. I look into them and I'm transported across the universe to a world I've never been.

Don't choose me. I'm not worth your time.

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.