"I don't think euthanasia's a sin" you told me that one late night. it was the first real conversation we had ever had. I listened as you spoke so deeply about your dream to be a screen writer. you always loved movies. In fact we met that way. you gave me a list of movies to watch before I died. I watched them with the eagerness of a child opening gifts on Christmas. death. that was always a big thing for you. you loved to talk about how you saw the world falling apart. I guess I found that intriguing because as you talked, I was falling apart. you knew how cynical I could be, and I knew how ****** up you were. but I still got so happy when you liked that picture of mine the next morning. I think we fell for each other because neither of us really liked ourselves and maybe deep down, we believed that we could fix ourselves. I never liked you growing up, but now I can't get enough. but of course, there's a problem. there always is. I'm in love with someone else.