I am writing this down so that I will remember. And because a long time ago, Jin told me to. Or dared me. He didn't think I could remember. Feelings you have when you are sixteen, he said, feelings so strong they could break open your ribs from the inside, they wither as you get older. He said he didn't know how long it would take, but it would happen. He said it would be better that way. Easier. Kinder.

Numbness was what he offered he. And I tried to accept it. On some level, I did accept it. But Suzy, the memory of him, the memory of who I was when I was with him, it was always there. I said I would never forget. And I didn't.

Jin: I remember you.