La única culpable era yo.
La única estúpida era yo.
La única ilusionada era yo.
La única afectada soy yo.

All your craziness was never just craziness. It was deep and it was necessary and it was in your bones. You were a solar flare, so bright that even the sun couldn’t hold you. Love for you was never an ephemeral thing. You needed to touch it, feel it. You needed to cup it in your hands like holy bread, hold it in your lungs like holy air. Your doubt and uncertainty was never craziness. It was only human.