katallison

I am reading your story in pieces, as I can bear it. Heartbreak cuts a little close to the bone (or the heart, or, hell, the liver - close to irreplaceable shit, anyway) for me right now - and I suspect that insofar as I'm known at all, I'm known as a diehard happy-ender even in less parlous times. But it's your story, that, and I cannot not read it, because...because it's necessary. So I am. And I thank you. (I am not a woman of many words, but I thank y-- oh, hell, who are we kidding, of course I am, but the thanks are no less crackedheartfelt for all that.)