The only truths I ever told were with my body, Mack.
Every time I laid us down.
The sincerity of the body has been much maligned by the idea that words are more honest than a beating heart. This is what I have learned since then, that my body knew us better. Every confession it ever made, those revelations in your arms. That was the truth of our seven years together.
The history of us that deserves to be told.
So much art that comes from the breaking ~ just look at what you gave me.