and don't fly fast, on pilot can you help me? can you make this last?

This plane is all I've got so keep it steady now, because every inch I see is bruised

I'm hurting. Badly. More than I can really say, you know. I miss her voice already. I miss the way I can call her and be like, "Kate did this today, what does Delaney think about that?"

I miss the way she could tell me everything I wanted to hear, and I didn't have to ask. I miss her way too much, and it's only technically been thirteen hours.

Only 700 or so to go.

It hurts. It aches. I want to sleep but I can't for the life of me make myself tired.

Hours pass and she still counts the minutes that I am not there. I swear I didn't mean for it to feel like this, like every inch of me is bruised.