I won’t forgive you. I loved you, Mom. I have lots of happy memories with you. And yet, ever since that day, I couldn’t remember any of them. But thanks to you, I met someone that I cared for even more than myself. I thought he was strong, but he turned out to be pretty troubled. So... Thanks for letting go of me that day.
Stella said... words aren’t for understanding each other. They exist for the sake of talking to each other. If we butt heads, if we can’t understand each other, we’ll talk it over together. So we can find a sweet spot.