To whom it may concern,
I’m terrified. Terrified that I’m never going to see you again. Terrified that as soon as I’m gone you’ll forget about me. Terrified that all those things you said to me were mistakes, slips of the tongue, lies to make me feel better. I can’t imagine that you meant them- no one ever has. But I’m tired, too. Tired to being relegated to second place. Tired of...