To the stars who listen— and the dreams that are answered.
He thinks he'll be remembered as the villain in the story. But I forgot to tell him that the villain is usually the person who locks up the maiden and throws away the key. He was the one who let me out.
And I wondered if love was too weak a word for what he felt, what he’d done for me. For what I felt for him.
I was his and he was mine, and we were the beginning and middle and end. We were a song that had been sung from the very first ember of light in the world.
And I realized how badly I'd been treated before, if my standards had become so low. If freedom I'd been granted felt like a privilege and not an inherent right.
