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Everything in life happened for a reason, happened exactly how it was meant to, no matter how painful it seemed.
A man who didn’t like pizza, tacos, or pajamas on Sunday afternoons wasn’t someone who was meant to cross my path.
“Yes, she told us we’d see her in everything—the sunbeams, the shadows, the flowers, the rain. She said death doesn’t kill us, it only awakens us to more.”
“Yes—the second they get comfortable enough to take their shoes off in your house and go into your fridge without asking, it’s time for them to go.”
“Oh right, hippie weirdo. I bet you travel with crystals and stones with you, too.” With no effort at all, she reached into her over-the-shoulder purse and pulled out a handful of crystals. Because of course she did.
For the first time, I began to understand her fully. The beautiful girl who felt everything. Her emotions weren’t what made her weak. They were her strength.
“In every story, there’s the moment when the characters go from act one, the old world, into act two, the new world. You know this.” “Yes…but what does that have to do with anything?” Professor Oliver nodded toward Lucy. “It has everything to do with everything.”
And yet, I wanted to be just like her. I wanted to be an odd character, a freak of nature. I wanted to stumble and laugh out loud. I wanted to find her beautiful disaster and mix it together with my own mess. I wanted the freedom she swam in, and her fearlessness of living in the moment.
