That night ... and ... that night ... and ... so much to remember now. I didn't want to then; I wanted to be a new me, unsentimental and gliding through with no thought. You had no regard for time, and that made me kiss you. The handprints on my car. I wish I had taken notes. Your symbolic heart has stepped in, swollen with pain. I think I should have been more grateful.
—Amy K Barnhill