I could have sworn you felt the same about me as I felt about you. I didn’t even consider that I could have temporarily gone insane and made it all up in my mind. The mere fact that I knew what I knew and then I had no idea what the fuck was going on is impressive. And now I sit every day since the loss of us questioning my own mind, my own heart, my own soul. Am I so fucking spun around from this that I don’t even know if it was me or it was you who took this down? Or am I so fucking solid that I knew exactly what I was doing the whole time?