“She's still doing it, pushing me into situations I can't handle, making me cope. She knows I can't cope.”

“I got singled out. I don't know why. Why do people always target me? Is it because I'm short and they figure I can't fight back? They're right, I can't, but it's not because I'm vertically challenged.”

“Secrets. I can't take then with me. If I do, when I go, when I arrive at my final destination, I'll be . . . impure.”

“What I know is you can't go back. You can't press delete and re-key your life.”

“Yet, when we talked, when we were together, she seemed so familiar. Seemed to know who I was, where I was coming from. She knew me better than I knew myself, I think. She was easy to be with. And I wanted to be with her, like all the time.”

“What did she see in me? What does she see that I don't?”

“But she never just accepted me for the way I was.”