What was she like?
At first just saying her name even in private felt like I was breathing life back into her.I thought if I didn’t talk about her she’d just fade away for you. When I realized that wasn’t going to happen, I refused to ask out of spite. I didn’t want to give you the satisfaction of thinking I cared enough to ask. Then eventually it became clear that my spite didn’t mean anything to you, as far as I could tell you actually enjoyed it….
but now what harm could her ghost do to us that we haven’t already done to each other a hundred times over?
