I wanted to write...

The most beautiful song in the world.

The most heartfelt poem in love's name.

The angriest protest letter, this time against love.

A new story, a new ending, a happy life.

Directions to everlasting completeness.

In the end I wrote nothing that wasn't written before. I felt what billions had already felt. I dreamed recycled hopes. I sang covers of others' heartbreak.

I was uniquely predictable.

But I wrote anyways, I sang anyways, I loved anyways. With all my strength, heart and mind.

I am worth it.