Sometimes you cry, Susie, even when someone you love has been gone a long time.
And my sister, my Lindsey, left me in her memories, where I was meant to be.
She no longer believed in talk. It never rescued anything.
I was trying to prove to them and to myself that I was still who I had always been. I was beautiful, if fat. I was smart, if loud. I was good, if ruined.
I wish you all a long and happy life
I fell in love with you again; While you were away - Jack Salmon