I’m sad I cannot accurately convey my feelings in such a way great authors can portray theirs. Forever an unequivocal inadequacy - caught in the finite lines of fabric, worn from use and discolored, yet still stretched across the skin. Forever doomed with but this one purpose. I feel so incredibly grateful. I feel whole, yet completely and utterly dismantled. I cannot possibly begin to understand the happenstance in which you entered my life. I feel in love. I feel it every time I hear your name, every time I breathe it. I wish I had an eternity to explain this feeling to you, but even then, an eternity is simply not enough. I love you, my beautiful star. You are the most eloquent masterpiece, comprised of such rare hues and emotions. Crafted in such a time of sheer atrocity, yet reborn from the ashes of the defeated. I love you.
— Hayley Turner on reflections