I am alone, and it feels so right. The candle sitting across from me bleeds red wax, and I hold my hand over the high flame, letting the heat tickle the deep lines running across my palm. I am the opposite of the numb girl that I used to be; it is as if all I can do is feel. I feel like I’m truly alive in two worlds: this one and the one I have made for myself. This year is so good that I can barely scrape together the words to describe it.

Everything feels timeless. I used to be so focused on fitting into one the present that everything felt one-dimensional, but I have created my own timeline, and nothing has ever been better. ♦