“I missed him often with a fierce longing, and then sometimes I didn't.”
“If I had a chance with him, I missed it. No, I didn't miss it. I threw it away.”
“I miss him so much, but it's confusing, because I missed him long before he was dead, and that's the bitch of it all. I missed him long before he was dead.”
“I wasn't an alcoholic. I didn't drink every day, didn't often drink to excess or binge. And could leave it alone completely for large swaths of time. But I did drink to be social. To have fun with friends. Sometimes, to sleep. Sometimes, to forget.”
“It didn't escape me that he couldn't seem to stop finding reasons to touch me. Nor did I miss that I didn't want him to stop.”
“It's a long ride home with nothing but me for company. I bore myself sometimes. Not often. Just now and again.”