“A drop in the ocean
A change in the weather
I was praying that you and me might end up together
It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert
But I'm holding you closer than most
'Cause you are my heaven.”
I couldn’t measure her. She always had good intentions. She was sunshine. Darla shouldn’t know about my toxic relationship with my girlfriend because she couldn’t be part of my life, and I couldn’t be part of hers. I would be the volcano that burns the mountain, the cyclone that sweeps away tropical cities and beaches, the flood in a tiny Mediterranean town. I loved Darla. I didn’t love my girlfriend. I didn’t love myself.