When we finally meet again, will you remember me as I remember you? My thoughts are drawn to you like -how did you put it - like a moth to a flame. I am the moth, and you are the flame. All you need to do is ignite and I will gladly burn for you. The way your eyes light up whenever you discover something new, or the way your brassy copper hair shines under the moonlight, or that little snort when ...

Do you believe in fairies?

Every night before bed, you would tell me a story from your childhood. Tales of the time you rode on the backs of elephant trees and drank from the blueness of the sky, or when you had a quiet tea party with the toadstools and braided vines of ivy. You took naps on patches of moss and learned how to sew from the tulips. But perhaps my favorite story was about the time y...

I’m drowning in the shallow end of a pool, belly down, submerged in one foot of water. There’s a ladder in front of me, plastic grazing my fingertips. I could grab it if I wanted to. I could pull myself out. There’s no force keeping me here. I don’t need to drown. This is all easily preventable, if I could just stretch my arm a little more.

Most people don’t give up till they get lost in the ocea...