i really don’t know where to begin. sometimes it feels as if i knew amanda before i even met her. she had that quality: she reminded you of someone you had hurt and you were compelled to make amends. for all of her strength and intelligence, she would often come off like a wounded animal. and while most of the time you were tempted to put her out of misery, you found yourself more often than not tending to her, licking her wounds, brushing the hair out of her eyes, and holding her through the night.
little did i know that more i held her together, the more i came apart.