"Sometimes I wonder, exactly how many parts of me that you broke. And how long it will be before I find them all. Because as soon as I think I’ve removed the last splinter and mended the last wound I find another one. So cleverly hidden in the most mundane experiences that I never see it coming. And so I fall into patterns and habits undoing what was already whole. Know this when you ask me to lunch and I fail to answer. Know what your love cost me. What YOU cost me. What the memory of you in my flesh still costs me even tho you can no longer touch me."