I lay down in the grass and let my eyes feast on this bit of heaven, my awe drawing me upward, allowing me to run with the stars, to mingle with them. I wasn’t alone—didn’t have to be alone; didn’t have to keep hiding. I’d kept people at a distance for so long because I was afraid they’d see me for the flawed person that I really was. I’d hidden from myself by creating this facade that didn’t even matter.
