Let me say it plain: I loved someone and I failed at it. Let me say it another way: I like to call myself wound but I will answer to knife. Sometimes I think we have the same name, Notquitelove.
This haunting was a gift. You did not ask for it, but here it is, and wrapped so nicely. It would be rude to take it back. Maybe you can find a use for it.
I told him that I'd turned into a ghost; or maybe that I was the only living girl in a city of ghosts; that, in any case, I didn't feel like dying all the time.
> I need you to know that I am getting good at being patient but I also need you to know that this is really hard.
> If it's possible to get back to me any sooner, I need you to do that.
Always falling into a hole, then saying "ok, this is not your grave, get out of this hole," getting out of the hole which is not the grave, falling into a hole again, saying "ok, this is also not your grave, get out of this hole,"
Hello darling, sorry about that. Sorry about the bony elbows, sorry we lived here, sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairs and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud.