“It's sad, but it's just ... an acceptance too, I guess. It's the type of sadness that's both more and less than the need to cry or sob or whatever. ... It's something I've learned to carry around with me, but in some ways I'm glad of that, because it means I loved them, and I remember them, you know? And that part of me, it's part of what makes me who I am, and I can't hate that, because, most of the time, I don't hate who I am.”