I guess I am eighteen. I don't know where I am but in the clouds, most likely. Sometimes I watch the sky and daydream. And at night when stars wink at me, butterflies in my stomach sing to me. Is this living? I don't know. Neither does my placid heart. I just swim in the deepest oceans and glide over the highest clouds. And I sometimes sing to the rhythm of the sunlight. ~ Even Voldemort wouldn't hug me.

I wanted to make sure that when I said yes, I wouldn’t regret it. And I don’t regret it. I would have said no because I was scared, and then I would have been that bitter actress telling my grandkids, “I’m the one that turned it down.”