Its 75 Degrees! In December!

He Was The Closest Thing I'd Ever Had To Something, Or Someone, That Mattered. But In The End, Close Didn't Count. You Were Either In, Or You Weren't.

You Couldn't Just Pick And Choose At Will When Someone Depended On You, Or Loved You. It Wasn't Like A Light Switch, Easy To Turn On Or Off. If You Were In, You Were In. Out, You Were Out.

You Punched Him By Accident.

None Of It Meant Anything, And All Of It Was Important.

What Do You Do When You Finally Hear Everything You've Always Thought Said Aloud?