I want to talk to him. I want to ask him about that girl and if he loved her and still misses her.

The first couple of times, he simply stayed - a stranger to kill the aloneness. A few nights after that, he whispered “Shhh, I’m here, its alright.” After three weeks, he held her. Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man’s gentleness, his thereness.

The silence was always the greates temptation.

People die of broken hearts. They have heart attacks. And it's the heart that hurts most when things go wrong and fall apart.

His eyes were cold and brown - like coffee stains.

She was like a lone angel floating above the surface of the earth, laughing with delight because she could fly but crying out of loneliness.

Her teeth were like a soccer crowd, crammed in.