Some people, they can't just move on, you know, mourn and cry and be done with it. Or at least seem to be. But for me... I don't know. I didn't want to fix it, to forget. It wasn't something that was broken. It's just...something that happened. And like that hole, I'm just finding ways, every day, of working around it. Respecting and remembering and getting on at the same time.

call it chicken salad

Hey, and for what it's worth? Friends don't leave you alone in the woods. Friends are the ones who come and take you out.

Yeah. I mean, acknowledging is easy. Something happened or it didn't. But understanding... that's where things get sticky.

for once, you believed in yourself. you believed you were beautiful and so did the rest of the world.

We laughed ourselves silly, taking back our shared past, gently, piece by piece.

You want me to give her a key?" the guy asked. "I want you to give her a possibility," she told him, looking at my necklace again. "And that's what a key represents. An open door, a chance. You know?