Or Else

by Joe Hart

She was too good for this world, and that’s why she was no longer in it.

It was incredibly difficult to understand how three days in intensive care that ended in death could haunt the living for years to come, yet here we were.

Goddamn it. I was in love.

life is like dementia. Anything can slip away at any time. You gotta hold on to the things that matter as long as you can.”

Everyone has a breaking point—I knew that. I also knew I hadn’t reached mine yet. Not yet.

Words are funny things. They’re warped mirrors of what we mean, and only once in a while do they reflect the truth.

Sometimes it was people’s silence that said the most. If you loved someone, all kinds of conversations happened without words.

Only in America could you be crushed by the wheel of medical expense before the disease being treated actually killed you.

It wasn’t just houses that could be haunted. Hearts could be too. Especially hearts.

See, my problem is I’m a romantic.