At first, I told her everything. How he’d given up football and gone back to tennis. About the girl who kept calling him. I don’t know, I think maybe I thought I could be a bridge, or something. That even if they couldn’t see each other, maybe if I told her about him, it would be like we were all still together. You know, but to her, he’s not still alive, and… hearing about it, talking about it wasn’t comforting. It was torture.

(Source: phaust)