I arrived in Texas with bad, bad heartache. The terrible brick wall of realizations that we all go through. Like many things in my life now, I'm trying to reel back in the ghosts of my Pandora's box I released in the blur of college. This one, though a remnant of college was an important one to not only reel in but to help dissolve.
That man, the one with the paper rose, who told me everything is going to be okay and that the rose will be for someone who deserved it... I think his prophecy is something I'm ready to allow to come true. I think his story has concluded.
His name is Jeremy.
