The little black book.
I never understood what it was about her that got me so irritated. As a child growing up, I didn’t have many friends, although whether it was due to my nature or how I was nurtured, philosophers and psychologists would debate endlessly I’m sure. I do know that our relationship drove me to where I am today, a world away, both physically and emotionally. Too many people tried to convince me that I would regret the decision to leave for the rest of my life, but I would never believe them because it wasn’t something they could ever understand. I could never reconcile the damage she did to me with the person I had heard about in the few years before her death. To me, she died long ago which is what made it ever more surprising to receive a package from her on the one-year anniversary of her death.
