“I know we’ve been friends for such a long time, Roxana. I only have a bout five years’ worth of memories without you in them. But…”
Here’s where the next pnel would come. And in an ideal world, I ‘d ask Roxy herself to help me figure it out. She would sketch something, sometimes just a ghost of a line, and on the best of days, a dying ember would ignite and suddenly I’d know exactly what came next. I need her.
I need her to help me figure out how to tell her I love her.