It's strange how in my mind I've loved so much. So many people. I've already met the love of my life one thousand times. I've already lost the love of my life nine hundred and ninety-nine times. We've lived happily ever after one thousand and two times. I've had foster parents. Abusive parents. Parents that are invisible. Parents that love me. Parents that I love. In my mind I've had best friends, the best. There for me, forever, loving me. I've had brothers, sisters, lovers, haters. In my mind I was persecuted during the Spanish Inquisition. In my mind I've been to the snowy streets of Moscow. I've traversed the Nile, twice. I've been to Hogwarts. For Narnia? Hell yes. I've witnessed French bureaucrats being smuggled across the Channel to safety during the Revolution. I was at the Battle of Ettinor, I saved it, not that I'd expect you to know what I'm talking about. I've built a cathedral, I've burnt it down. I've been stranded on islands more times than I can count. In my mind I've been to the edge of the world, and back.

In my mind.

In reality it's true that I love my parents, I love my brother, I love my friends.

But my mind is lying to me about almost everything I've seen of value.

And I'm totally fine with that.

There I go, lying again. The truth is it scares me to death. I've seen it. I've seen love, I've seen loss, I've seen adventure. It was beautiful.

Now I need to feel it, taste it, hear it, smell it. Live it.