I don’t know why we do it to ourselves, honest.
Get into these very messy, constrictive things we call relationships, all in the pursuit of stability.
It’s odd.
However, I am starting to recognize and factor the subconscious component—the need to be worshiped through the act of worship.
Worship me so that I may worship you in return.
We humans, truly, are an odd bunch.
But I’m doing this all wrong. Let me start over from the beginning.
This story starts, as many tragic stories do, with a young boy and a young girl, both very much in…
Picture this, I’m twenty-two and new in the big city. All I’ve got is a suitcase full of clothes two decades out of fashion and a dream to make it as a commercial artist.
Keep in mind, I’m young and wide-eyed, and young women are a showy lot, so it isn’t long until I’ve got my eye on one who hides.
She reminds me of me.
After a series of furtive and awkward glances, we speak.
Her name is Summer, and she is my first love.
But before that, she’s a girl from Saudi-Arabia and a 3D animation major. She’s…