"I feel like I’m walking around without a leg… I mean, Porom and I were never connected at the hip. We have separate friends and separate lives, but I’m so used to being able to tell her stuff. Or just have her around. Someone to annoy when we’re both bored at work, or someone who eats my shitty burnt toast in the morning."
"…There’s so much I need to tell her, but I’m not even sure how to do so at this point. There are so many choices I’ve made by myself, that I would have sought her advice for, but…. I’m scared that she’ll be disappointed in me. Or that she’s still mad at me from before she left."
"But she’s my sister, and her being gone is like only having one lung. I can still breathe, but it is a hell of a lot easier to do so when she’s around."