You know, there's a word for big, strong men who attack women, and it's coward.

I would like to experience this 'date' phenomenon.

It happened. It was awful. You aren't perfect. That's all there is. Don't confuse your grief with guilt."
We stay in the silence and the loneliness of the otherwise empty dormitory for a few more minutes, and I try to let her words work themselves into me.

It is more important for you to be safe than right, for the time being. Understand? (...) But please, when you see an opportunity...ruin them

In the days that follow, it's movement, not stillness, that helps to keep the grief at bay.

All I can do is stand still- I feel like if I just stand still, I can stop it from being true, I can pretend that everything is all right.