look at this perfect girl, this girl I stole from God, and I think of the other life she could have had. The one where I wasn’t selfish, the one where I didn’t show up at her monastery and claim her in the very dress she was meant to be sworn to God in. She would have a veil in that life, a permanent one, even if she didn’t wear it every day. A veil and a vocation, and maybe the blizzard took the first from her today, but I took the second long before now.
