I used to drive to your place even after I’d been drinking. That’s the kind of hold you had on me, and that’s why it had to end.I want to stop visiting you because I hurt in places I can’t find on a good day and my peripheral vision is going away until all I see is you waiting at the end of a cracked road. If I don’t stop coming back to you I’m going to disappear, and you need to stop whispering your secrets to me from your side of the curtain. Laura, you know I want to hide with you. I need to leave before I forget how to be seen.