I looked up, into the muddy hazel eyes of the nicest man I would ever learn to hate.

Every time you show your feelings, you apologize. Have you ever had an emotion in your life that you weren't ashamed of?

I realized then that even though I was a tiny speck in an infinite cosmos, a blip on the timeline of eternity, I was not without purpose.

Once upon a time there was a girl who was special. This is not her story. Unless you count the part where I killed her.

I might not be ready to pour out my feelings to the world, but I’d had enough of trying to ignore them.

I heard the universe as an oratorio sung by a master choir of stars, accompanied by the orchestra of the planets and the percussion of satellites and moons. The aria they performed was a song to break the heart, full of tragic dissonance and deferred hope, and yet somewhere beneath it all was a piercing refrain of glory, glory, glory. And I sensed that not only the grand movements of the cosmos, but everything that had happened in my life, was a part of that song. Even the hurts that seemed most senseless, the mistakes I would have done anything to erase--nothing could make those things good, but good could still come out of them all the same, and in the end the oratorio would be no less beautiful for it.