I want these words to travel distances and penetrate through bodies that perhaps no longer see or feel this being so far away. But in this present time and place, I remember the heartbreak of yesterday as if it happened five minutes ago on the five freeway. In this reality, two or three bodies can't substitute for one. In this city, all those past cities are a fiction kept alive in the imagination. I want to say first, I'm sorry for making you sorry when what we should have done was love each other. I want to say, that is the past, but it affects my present. I want to say, my silence holds meaning. I want to say, I can love again, and I love someone who can't see beyond his fear. I want to say, I will always remember, even those hurts from third grade. I want to say... something.