We leave such a trail of bodies through our teens and twenties that it's hard to tell which one is us. How many versions do we abandon over the years
She looked at me as if I might be one of them a spy from the world of the ignorant.
That night I sat up writing in my diary writing to Big Me: 'I hope you are alive ' I wrote. 'I hope that I don't die before you are able to read this.