The cancer bubble. It's almost like he's not here. Like he's on pause, and my life with him is on pause, and we're just waiting to see if somebody is going to hit play again or just stop the thing entirely.
I know I'm not supposed to argue with you when you talk about dying. And yes, you could die, Neil. But I could get hit by a bus and die tomorrow. Either we need to live every single day together like it's our last, or we need to be comfortable with t...
Money does not guarantee immortality.
But the best part of catching Neil in the shower was, hands down, the loud, awful singing.
It was like he'd sprung fully-formed from my eighteen-year-old fantasies, the hot History teacher who just couldn't help himself.
Yes, one of the benefits of being embarrassingly rich is that you find out if you have syphilis much earlier than the average peasant would.
