Once the options increase, settling on one becomes harder.

Barrel of the gun, rounds one two three She says I have to pick: choose you, or choose me Metal to the temple, the explosion is deafening Lick the blood that covers me She’s the last one standing “Roulette” Collateral Damage, Track 11

It was just one day and it's been just one year. But maybe one day is enough. Maybe one hour is enough. Maybe time has nothing at all to do with it". Willem

A day might just be twenty-four hours but sometimes getting through one seems as impossible as scaling Everest.

My stomach lurched, an appetizer before the full portion of heartache I had a feeling was going to be served at some point soon.

Willem holds my wrist for a long moment, looking at that birthmark. Then he lifts it to his mouth. And though his lips are soft and his kiss is gentle, it feels like a knife jamming into the electrical socket. It feels like the moment when I go live

In the calculus of feelings, you never really know how one person's absence will affect you more than another's.