Every little thing you could do made you feel stronger. I have this, so I don’t need you. I have that, so I don’t need you. Sometimes I was able to kid myself into believing that having this or being able to do that made me too busy and too important to possibly care about everything that I didn’t have and everything I’d never be. Like a smiler. Like friends. Like having someone who loved to tickle me and kiss me all over my face, not just on my lips.
