I look out into the water and up deep into the stars. I beg the sparkling lanterns of light to cure me of myself my past and the kaleidoscope of mistakes failures and wrong turns that have stacked unbearable regret upon my shoulders.

I can do this I can start over. I can save my own life and Im never going to be alone as long as I have stars to wish on and people to still love.

I want to be the best version of myself for anyone who is going to someday walk into my life and need someone to love them beyond reason.

For so many years I couldnt understand why every time I thought that someone finally loved me like for real they would eventually turn to vapor. Every person whom Ive ever loved is trapped inside of my chest. Ive breathed all of them in so deeply that Ive nearly choked and died on every soul that Ive ever given myself to.

That is what I want to tell you about the girls with their short skirts and bright eyes and big-city dreams.The girls of 1929.

You must give everything to make your life as beautiful as the dreams that dance in your imagination.