I loved you that first day you walked into class. I loved you the four months you went out with the greaseball senior who thought he was sliced bread and picked on me. I loved you that semester of college you thought you were a lesbian. I loved you when you moved to Portland. I loved you when you married Rick. Rick. I loved you when you got breast cancer and Rick fucked off because he couldn’t handle it. It was always you.
This spell didn’t work. I’ll find one that does. I will bring you back, I swear it.