I did not attend (guess, i never will) our grade school reunion, because, even if they did not know what happened between us 7 years ago, everything else there will remind me of you, your playground, my thoughtlessness, this wreckage. So even if you don’t care, I am saying this, all these years, I have been striving to painstakingly put the pieces together, they don’t look as good as you found them, but I am stitching 'em well, and I won’t let anything ruin my quilt again. Even if it was just your memory.
