“If people are songs
Written in the major or the minor key,
Then you, my dear, are major.
A climb, a crescendo, a thousand trumpets.
A clashing of cymbals, joy and awe,
Rousing, reaching, always to the stars.
And I am but a dirge, a requiem, a lamentation,
A melancholic harp in D minor,
Forever wondering why you chose me.”
―
Laura Steven,
Our Infinite Fates