I am very low key pissed off with you. I gave you cookies and milk, carrots for your fucking deer, turned off the fire place so your ass wouldn’t set on fire, AND I STILL DONT HAVE A LIFE. I ASKED FOR ONE LAST CHRISTMAS… WHERE TF IT AT?? I WAS GOOD ALL YEAR FOR THAT SHIT. (I also asked for a fucking Barbie dream house shit and I still didn’t get it)
(Thanks for the ask, Nat♥️)
Once upon a time, not that long ago, I fell in love. For real. Fireflies spilled from somewhere inside I’d never known. They filled me up so much, I felt like I would die - and I felt like I would never die. They flew along my skin and burned off the layers, one by one. And that was the beginning.
In that feeling I created some precious things. One was a little universe for Owen and Amelia. In the world I wrote, they have a negative pregnancy test, and then 6 months later they have an actual conception. In my dreams for them, their pregnancy is not planned. They are not trying to conceive. It happens, and Amelia is terrified.
She recalls Owen’s words from the porch of the dream house, the words that changed my life and saved my life and left me forever altered. “We’re supposed to feel. We’re supposed to love and hate. And hurt and grieve and break and be destroyed and rebuild ourselves to be destroyed again. That is human. That is humanity. That’s being alive. That’s the point. That’s the entire point. Don’t avoid it. Don’t extinguish it.”
And I tell you, my friends, Amelia and Owen are having a baby. Not now, but soon. In the grand scheme of a 12-year-old show, it will happen very soon. Then all too soon after that, we’ll blink our eyes, and we’ll be at the end of this ride. So I’m just going to ride. I’ll find some joy in each moment of the wait, the anticipation, the unfolding of the dream. And the fireflies will keep coming.