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“Lose me as you lost your cat, your bearings, your wherewithal, your identity. Lose me as you lose autumn each year to ice, as you lose a year each year. Lose me as you lose a little weight and your bones show. Lose me like a wet food dropped face down. Both earrings. Any key. Lose me like what blew off the ferry. Lose me like the dollhouse furniture you kept since childhood and in adulthood misplaced while moving. Lose me like your prize mountain you saw once and can’t remember where it was, what country. Lose me the way you lose fog. Lose me and fuck you.”

“When the stars came out that night, I sat in the garden on a small stone bench and I read the letter that Will had written first. My head had decided that it would be easier to read before my heart could feel too hard about what he might have written. My head was wrong. My heart cried with sadness and with joy. They were perfect words, written by a perfect man. They were words so filled with heartbreak, love and compassion that I held my breath throughout reading every single word. Words have the power to break you or to fix you. That night, sitting under those stars and reading those words, they seemed to be the glue that slowly started to fix my broken heart.”