I want you to want me because you want me, not because of grief, not because he is not here. I want you to love me for me. I want you to kiss me first...

Who am I really? Am I still the same person if I’m not even technically a person anymore? Does being stronger make me different? Will it?

Then I shall bid thee goodnight, my dear. Sweet pixies watch over the dusty moonlight of your dreams, Jessameine.