I want to care, but I don’t. I look at you and all I feel is tired.

I want to care, but I don’t. I look at you and all I feel is tired.

Like a heart, and I wish mine wasn't beating.

I didn't want it to be one good memory that led to a lot of bad ones. I wanted it to stay what it was, one amazing moment, something that was strong and sweet enough to stand on its own. Something I could remember without any pain. - Kate

I’m broken, I have cut myself wide open. I can see my heart and it is not what I believed it was, it is not good and kind and all the things I have always thought I am.

I think...I think sometimes that's how it is. Sometimes people have to go before you get stuff. Before you can really get it.

She became a story, one I have mostly forgotten. One I can't end because she died a long time ago.