Choices are like opening doors. An endless number of possibilities and wonderful surprises, some might say. I can relate, though the doors I chose led me to the ledge.

It started with a girl. She had the midnight sky growing from her scalp, two luminous stars that lit up my nights, and a 24-hour smile that drowned me with love whenever I came close to it. Unfortunately, I took the wrong door. Nine months later, at only 15, a new planet was born. The gravitational attraction got very weak, and we drifted away from each other. My...