Epiphany.

I still remember those last words preceding a blue heart icon, as well as the few others filtered afterwards.

Anyone would think: "this guy's desperate, mad at the prospect of being alone, clinging to the past."

Why wouldn't they think so? Simpletons abound in the low-brow humour commonplace sites in which I oftentimes indulge.

No.

This atheist did have an epiphany. A possible future of books, music, and a deep connection.

Not being very intellectual, I won't settle for an intellectual wasteland. I'll grow till I die, one way or the other.

I won't settle for any less, I'd rather be alone than giving up on a dream that is me.

Dreams come true? Only through blood, sweat, tears and a bit of random luck.