She tries to wear her pain on the inside. She always has. It’s the trademark of the oldest sibling, I think.

Desperation will drive you to do things you know will never make you whole again and even to lose the very thing you’re desperate for.

I just want you to know that I love you with everything I am—a million times a million and to the moon and back.

Little girl, little boyIf love has a wayFill their fields with laughterAnd scatter the sun on their dayAnd if it should happen to rainMake their raindrops kissesStraight from heaven aboveThat touch their hands and facesAnd...

I’ll save a spot for you on the hood of my truck.

Because I seeA rainstorm in JuneJust before the sunThe black of nightJust before the starsAnd, girl, I see your ghostJust before our dawn

She was also a memory, the worst kind of memory–the kind that pulled you to your knees at just the sound of her name.