Revived

Anger is manageable; sadness is heartbreaking.

Carefree, peaceful... those words reminds me of you." Matt says without hesitation, surprising me with his frankness.

He hacked the FBI mainframe as a teenager and once sent an email from a former president's account, just because he could.

I've been stung by bees before, but it's never been this bad. It's like having PMS bloat throughout my whole body instead of just my midsection.

Somehow I know that eventually we'll fall back into step, so the pain is the low hum of detachment rather than the screaming stab of the end.

Because sometimes, laughter is what you need

So I'll always remember... But also, I'll move on.

Yeah," he says. "We've been friends since kindergarten. Funniest guy I know," Matt says with a chuckle. "He's a great guitar player, too. He's in a band with some guys from Omaha South. He keeps trying to get me to join." "What do you play?" I ask. "Baseball," Matt jokes.

There's a pause in the conversation when I really want to ask Matt what he's thinking despite it being probably the most cliché thing to ask a guy. When Matt still doesn't take his eyes off the names, I open my mouth to ask if he has any questions. He beats me to it. "Where's Megan?" he asks. "Oh, she was Marcus Pitts then," I say. "She was born a boy. He dad took the accident as an opportunity to leave them, mostly because he couldn't take the transgender thing. After they moved, Megan's mom let her wear whatever- be whoever- she wanted. She dressed in girl clothes from then on out." "But she was only, what, like five?" "I guess when you know, you know," I say with a shrug.