You have to understand what you’re missing before you can really feel a loss.

I knew what it was like to lose someone you loved. You didn't get past something like that, you got through it.

Do you know how, when you are on the verge of a breakdown, the world pounds in your ears; a rush of blood, of consequence? Do you now how it feels when the truth cuts your tongue to ribbons, and still you have to speak it?

Can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?

Those eyes, they've got a history with mine. They were the first things I saw when I came to, after being hit in the skull with a baseball thrown by Patrick at Little League. They were the fortification I needed at sixteen to ride the chairlift at Sugarloaf, although I am terrified of heights. For almost my whole life, they've told me I'm doing all right, during moments when it was not in my own power to answer.

The only way someone can leave you is if you let them.

I imagine having that sixth sense, the certainty that what I'm looking for is within reach, even if it's still hidden.