And no matter how hard I try, I-against-I sometimes, I wake up today and feel a little bit special. Okay, a lot a bit special because it is my day. Not because someone called with warm wishes at midnite - nope. Not because someone threw a surprise party for me with all my friends - nope. Not because someone gave me a gift - nope. I could wake up in a closet today and still feel this way. It's my day. Eight times over, Miss October - just about enough to make a grown man cry.

On my eighth birthday it was raining in Happydale, Michigan. I sat at the breakfast table alone eating the usual poptart and drinking my glass of Vitamin D milk, staring out the windows of my family's home into the woods that surrounded my house. Classic moody rainy autumn. And for a moment, between crow caws, I noticed a rainbow in the sky. No sun, but a bit of a rainbow, just for a second, just for me, and then it went back to wet mood. That's my life. Secret rainbows no one else will ever see. Eight on the eighth that year.

Eight eight eight. Infinity signs in eights. Maybe today, just because I am secretly special, I'll get what foreveralwaysbeen really means.

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