It is impossible to erase my choices.
I do know who you are. I just needed to be reminded.
It was him or me. I chose me. But I feel dead too.
I never thought I would need bravery in the small moments of my life. I do.
Noise and activity are the refuges of the bereaved and the guilty.
If we stay together, I'll have to forgive you over and over again, and if you're still in this, you'll have to forgive me over and over again too. So forgiveness isn't the point. What I really should have been trying to figure out is whether we were still good for each other or not