Back in Black

I haven't been hanging out here too much.

I miss S a lot, so much it hurts like that phantom ache you supposedly get when you lose a limb. He mattered that much to me.

Bound is bound, he would say. And so it is.

I'm gonna be okay. But I don't have to enjoy the trip from quivering, aching, senseless pile to okay.

For the record, I would do it all over again. Every last bit. I didn't get to keep it, but I had love.