I...am a silly romantic, who star watches and listens to the sweet night noises. One who misses small things when they are gone.
Who feels too much and too deeply but plays it cool to not let anyone know that they are in so far that I am in trouble.

One who wants to give up, on life. On love. On friendship. On hope. But knows that she never will, simply because she can't. She isn't wired that way.

And it makes her angry. Until the cat rubs against her and purrs. Until she hears the kildeer call. Until the smell of the cooling earth and the sight of those everlasting stars fills her senses.