Our Infinite Fates

by Laura Steven

Whatever a soul was, it could be carried in a notebook.

And so, in the absence of any abiding religious convictions, this was the one blind faith I had: that love was a physical force, and it was never wasted. Once it was called out into the universe, it would echo back to us forever.

“What’s your secret, Evelyn? How does the candle of hope in your chest never burn down to the wick?”

“It’s impossible to have bravery without fear. Bravery is picking up the fear and carrying it alongside you, rather than allowing it to block the path.”

if people are songs written in the major or the minor key, then you, my dear, are major. a climb, a crescendo, a thousand trumpets, a clashing of cymbals, joy and awe, rousing, reaching, always to the stars. and I am but a dirge, a requiem, a lamentation, a melancholic harp in D minor, forever wondering why you chose me. —AUTHOR UNKNOWN

Maybe that’s all love is, in the end. An endless tempting of fate.”

even when we are but bones in the earth my eternal heart will love you still, for even when a star does perish its light burns on for millennia