We had a mythical love. Some would say, including her, that it didn’t exist.

“I’m so OCD that I sort the sort ofs out from the maybes.”

“It doesn’t matter how I arrive at my conclusions, so long as I reach my destina…”

“I got fat, and I decided to do something about it, so I got fatter.”

“It’s me and you, or me and knitting. Don’t make me choose. Ugh, #love.”