but this is not the first time, I am sure that a world has ended or a universe has collapsed-are you aware?--that every time you tugged at her sleeve, or rapped on her door, or traced hearts on her cheek, every wall, every ceiling, every city she had ever built crumpled beneath your 'i' and 'like' and 'you' and became nothing but dust and cinders as if, somehow, your words were a hurricane and her j