"I would like to be Indie but I don't wear glasses"

You still do it. I can't remember when you started, but even after these recent weeks, you still do it. If I hear a song about you, or if someone speaks about how you have met with them, healed them, it still brings a lump to my throat and tears in my eyes. I never thought I would be like that.

So here I am, half getting ready, half hyper ventilating, realising I don't want brief moments anymore.