The city lights at night can oftentimes be more blinding than the sun. But I'll never forget the first night I spent in New York City. The moment you first experience the city lights at night are unreal. In Times Square, it is almost as bright as day. And when I first experienced those city lights, I thought I'd never grow tired of them.

But I was wrong. Somehow I fell into the deadly black hole that is insomnia. It can swallow you whole. It can make you so zombie-like. It's something I'll never wish on anyone. And it's sad, because even though you're awake, you barely feel alive. Your days are twice as long as everyone else's. And they drag on and on. After a while you run out of ways to entertain yourself.

I do feel lucky, though. For living in a place like NYC with a sleep disorder like this. It's a lot more lively at night than say, some small town in Alabama.

I used to love New York City. That's why I moved here. It was a dream. But then I found the cost of living here is too high and there isn't any good nature for miles.

You see, I grew up in Forks, Washington. And there is wilderness everywhere. It's the perfect place to gather your thoughts. It's the perfect place to write. And I used to write. I was accepted into NYU's creative writing program. And I moved out here immediately in the fall after my high school graduation. But then I dropped out and became a telemarketer. Isn't that just living the dream?

Where I begin my story is here: A year after I dropped out of NYU, in the midst of my late nights awake in the big city, I'd seen a man. A man, so gorgeous, and so distraught looking. I'd seen him in quite a few places I'd spent wandering. In this city, that's a big coincidence. Or maybe it was fate…