Dear S–,
Your parents didn’t write me back. I didn’t expect them to. I mean I sort of expected them to but that was silly. I think I’d hoped they might. I think I was looking for redemption. There is no redemption. You and I we did what we did and you were blameless, I think considering that you suffered the ultimate price Even if you did do it to yourself. You didn’t do it all to yourself, though. Wouldn’t it be funny if I tried to make a chart about what you deserved and what you didn’t?
Everyone here is younger than us except for the people who are older but they are younger to. They don’t know.
Eat Pray Giggle
Live Laugh Love
I am 43. You were 43 once but I’m catching up now. Coffee and tea and the games we never played. I took a picture of myself the day you died because I was trying to stop time. I took a picture of the day your body was found because I was trying to stop time.
“Let’s Play.”
I’m not done losing you.
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