It’s been a while since I last spoke about Sir Boy. It is not easy to talk about him still. I can mention him in passing or in jest, but for him to be the topic, I can’t do it still.
As the years pass, I think everyone who has lost someone would agree with me: it doesn’t get any easier, you only get used to it.
So, thank you, Summer, for speaking exactly what I wanted to say. Tonight, I am you. Thank you for being every bit of brave at 10. I wish I can write a letter the way you do.
the salt of your skin 