All I wanted was a profession. All I wanted was success. All I wanted was to resurface my dream. And after all at the end... All I ever had was love. I loved my dream. I loved my life. Every single inch of it was bit into pieces, thrown into perfection like a masquerade ball where conflicted people remove their masks one by one, showing their encouragement to me. It felt so amazing. Being able to hold something in your arms which you love so much felt like a mother watching her son awake from comatose. Felt like the miraculous American eagle to spread its wings and soar into the distance. Felt like an orphan who finally found her long lost parents who she thought had died in an airline accident. It felt like all of those things... I couldn't get enough. I had yet to cherish those wonderful memories. Those memories were my life. Though one way or another... I still loved him more. Max Alexanders Evans... He's my dream.