In a million years, I never expected to get what I wanted. I was content with my burning desire to slowly evaporate my insides. If that was what life had allotted to me, it would have been worth it. But one day, out of nowhere, what seemed an unreachable dream happened. The cruelest thing was the dream lasted so long that I forgot how desperate I had felt all these years before. Now that she’s gone, that quiet desperation of my early years has made way for a quiet resignation. Life is a harsh mistress, and I’m trying to learn whatever lessons she insists on teaching me.