Really? Was that how you quit me?

And if I'm not forgiven, then at least I'm understood.

The politeness was painful. I wanted to push through it, to return to the glow of the night of the concert, but I was unsure of how to get back there.

There’s a difference between losing something you knew you had and losing something you discovered you had. One is a disappointment. The other feels like losing a piece of yourself.

Neither sleet nor rain nor a half inch of snow will compel me to dress like a lumberjack.

Really? Was that how you quit me?

Hate me. Devastate me. Annihilate me. Re-create me. Re-create me. Won't you, won't you won't you re-create me.