An Optimist's Guide to Heartbreak

There once was a girl with fireflies in her eyes and music in her soul. (Remember her... she's important.) She's the reason I panic-bought the little brick house on Maple Street; the one I lived next door to for eight magical years. Now that I'm back digging up floorboards and lost journals, I can't stop thinking about the two people who grew up here. You see, that girl was my best friend, and thi…