My loves have always been seared with this singing, this singing written by death, the way some lands have always been crippled by war.
Our past would dissolve. We would move on from each other and from the ghosts of our youth.
I meditated on my childhood, vague and distant before high school, where Laura still flickered only on the edge of things.
We remained talking, fighting gently or viciously for what seemed like hours, but it was only minutes or perhaps a second, because it was only a dream.
I am a memory house for those I have lost, those I no longer know.
Don't fall in love or let anyone's life become more important than your own.
I wanted to walk faster, to run, far as possible from her, from my entire life, from the first day I ever saw her always just a few steps ahead.
My brain came alight with tenderness for her. I felt so sorry for everything. I yearned to embrace her, kiss her even, to stay with her, always her, my sister, my friend to the end. It was a story aft...
