It's like a Venn diagram of tragedy.

Because love, love is never finished. It circles and circles, the memories out of order and not always complete.

Katy skipped over, her low-rise jeans threatening to fall off her skinny hips. With some girls, that was a sexy look. With Katy, it made you nervous.

My whole life has been one big broken promise.

A know a place called New Beginnings, but I don't think it works quite like that. You can't just erase everything that came before.

It makes me think of Lazarus. He must have had those shadows after his miracle. You don't spend time in the tomb without it changing you, and everyone who was waiting for you to come out.

Forgetting isn't enough. You can paddle away from the memories and think they are gone. But they will keep floating back, again and again and agian. They circle you, like sharks. Until, unless, something, someone? Can do more than just cover the wound.