“Why did you move here?” I hate this question. Because my life is in shambles? Because everything in Portland reminds me of my life with him? Because my heart is completely broken and the rain makes me feel like I can’t even get out of bed? I end up saying something vague about needing change …

Last night I had a dream about you. It had been all day and I hadn’t heard from you, it was unusual for us. I asked people what they thought, if I should be worried. No one was. I started to cry, and it got more hysteric. I knew something was wrong. Something was terribly …