Wonder if she still reads, do you?

“Can't you find someone else to write about?"

That was the day I decided I'd never disturb her again. Never. It wasn’t fair, though. It’s never fair, is it? Because somehow, she still finds a way to creep into my thoughts. You know the ones—those piercing thoughts that come just before sleep. The kind that hit you when your eyes are shut tight, begging for rest, but sleep never comes. How is it that she can disturb me so completely... and yet she sleeps so peacefully? Without a care. Without a thought of me.

It’s enough to drive a man crazy.

But still... I plead. I plead with God, like some desperate fool, for that little fairytale that life sometimes hands out. Just once. Once in a lifetime. I still dream of it. I still pray for it. As though maybe... just maybe... I could rewrite the story.