And I'm moved, it's so beautiful. Not what I wrote, but to have it given back like this. To have her remember the words and the tune. To hear it in her voice.

Hello, my name is ees Lebkuchen Spice, and I vant to show you my coooooookies.

There's no way to release yourself from a memory. It ends when it wants to end, whether it's in a flash or long after you've begged it to stop.

Answerless questions can destroy you. Move on.

Maybe there is hope in the fragments, that what is lost can always be filled in by someone who knows.

Because it is senior year I have begun to see things as potential absences. The things I love will become the things I'll miss.

Why do we feel the need to disconnect in order to connect?