Memories are like the hands of a clock that spin in a circle, bringing us back to the right moment. Sometimes it is a feeling of joy and contentment, and sometimes we have to return to an hour of despair and grief. At the hour when, along with the clock, all life stopped, and the pain swallowed up the inside and fused with the skin. I remember everything, to every fucking second of those days, and I still think about how my life would have been without that accident. It will always be a part of me.

— I will always remember and love the time when you were alive...