I once dated a guy named David, for 2.5 years on and off. A lot of the time it was really, truly wonderful, but at other parts it was bad and sad and we each broke up with each other and we each made the other feel terrible and awful but then it would be lovely again, so it was a never-ending cycle. He was my first love, and I was his, but in the end he broke up with me and told me some awful things and broke my heart.
Now, it’s okay. I’m happily over him and we sort of get along. He’ll always mean something to me but that’s how it is when you’re as young as we are.
My neighbor steve, his mom was named francis. she was old and crotchety and was in a wheel chair and i was kind of scared of her and then one day she was like nora! come here. and i was like ahhg. and she looked at me and said make sure you have a good time when you’re young AND when you’re old.
and that’s what i remember her for. she died a couple months later.