The Red Address Book

by Sofia Lundberg

“I wish you enough,” she whispered in my ear. “Enough sun to light up your days, enough rain that you appreciate the sun. Enough joy to strengthen your soul, enough pain that you can appreciate life’s small moments of happiness. And enough friends that you can manage a farewell now and then.”

Separation is the worst thing on earth, Jenny. Even now, I hate saying goodbye. Being separated from a person you hold dear always feels like a wound to the soul.

There are certain memories you just can’t forget. They linger and fester, occasionally bursting like a boil and causing pain, such terrible pain.