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And I pictured my parents: how they looked at me now that my hair was long, how they looked at each other a lot when they were talking to me. How obvious it seemed to me that somewhere along the line, our paths had forked, and now we were on different tracks looking at each other across a distance that would soon be infinite.

Ever smelling its air, feeling its wind on my face. There must be others like me who struggle more than I do. It makes me sad to think of them.

The pity strangers visibly felt for me, the unmistakable physical flinches they gave off on seeing me, were like map markers suggesting some present horror. But in my own eyes I was normal. Here and there, alone, reflecting, I'd bump up against what felt like a buffer zone between me and some vast reserve of grief, but it's reinforcements were sturdy enough and its construction solid enough to prevent me from really

For reasons that seem obvious to me, I don't believe in Happy endings or even in endings at all, but I am as susceptible to moments of indulgent fantasy as anybody else.