never stop playing

You see, that's who you are, Joe. All these things. That's the person I know, and through him is the way you'll know me, because connected to all these things are moments, and for so many of them, I was there. And that's the thing that hurts so much...

You see, you were the only person who knew everything. Because you were there. You were my witness. And you make sense of the fucked-up mess I become every now and then. And I could at least look at you and think, at least he knows why I am the way I am. There were reasons. But I can't do that anymore and I feel so lonely.

Things happen. To everyone. No one escapes.

Memories no matter how small or inconsequential are the pages that define us.

I am here but I am not yours.

I wondered if all women did with other women was lie and hug.