I didn’t even want to open my eyes. I didn’t want to acknowledge it. I didn’t want to admit to myself that after all of this I’m right back here.
Twenty one years, three months, and seventeen days ago I had been granted a human life; sent down into the mortal world so that I too may experience things such as family, spontaneity, fear, and most importantly– love.
Not the same love that is exhibited up here. Not the overarching love for The Creator, nor the love we extend unto one another of our kind. Our love is nothing like that of the humans’. Their love is passionate, fulfilling, demanding, torturous, unstable. Their love is insanity in the best possible way.