If This Gets Out

by Sophie Gonzales

The thing about your dreams coming true is that, for a gold-spun moment, you catch a glimpse of what life could be like. Then when you lose it, and you crash back to reality, it’s from such a great height, all you can do is lie there, winded and bruised, while you come to terms with the idea that a happiness like that isn’t meant for you.

To somehow trust that I’ll still have worth to the other person if I’m not earning it.