Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they’ll still love you, because they know you.

it’s beginning to get to me that I know more of the stars and sea than I do of what’s in your head…
We need to feel breathless with love and not collapsed under its weight.
I’m gasping for the air to fill my lungs with everything I’ve lost.

St. Joseph’s baby aspirin, Bartles and Jaymes, and you
— or your memory.