I couldn’t help it. I fell like icarus from the sky, into the depths of the oceans. I needed to help him, to protect him, to make him smile, even when his heart was stuck in the past. I struggled to learn what all fairytales must, that it is not time, nor thyme that cures all wounds as they say, but laughter.

I didn’t mean to have one foot in the past and one in the future. But it was hard not to want to reach out and touch something that shines so bright.