Will the past still come back to haunt me? Will it continue to lurk in the dark, or will it somehow serve a greater good after I'm gone? Will it all have served some purpose I don't know of? Will it be in life or after death?

Dear moon, "Please save me from this mess I'm in as a helpless human and I promise to always love you. I beg of you, the Sun, and...

My confession is this. "I did it all for love, in the name of love, and because of love. Love has led me every step of the way in this life. I have received and given the kind of love that was needed with each version of me and that version of me will love you forever." "But will you still love me when you learn my truth?"

Since the day I first wished for you, a shadow in my dreams, always there reaching out your hand and pulling my heart strings. I have seen you in the faces of strangers and in pieces of each of lovers that came before.