I have hated words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right.

We're silent now, both waiting, till I remind myself that I'm the older one and should therefore initiate conversation. But I don't. I don't want to waste this girl with idle chitchat. She's beautiful.

If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter.

I traveled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.

Two weeks to change the world, fourteen days to destroy it.

She was like a lone angel floating above the surface of the earth, laughing with delight because she could fly but crying out of loneliness.

The happening that happened was that I met this girl.