And here she is, telling me things i could never put into words, this frustration, this need to get it over with, the shame, the things we do to keep his memory, as if it's wrong, as if it's sad, but it's not.
The fingers froze on the keyboard, unable to move on, hid head in hands, kept breathing, hands cold, body unwilling, can't do this, can't do this, sooner or later you knew I would break down, can't take this anymore.