“I miss
everything. I miss talking to her, hearing about her day. I
miss her voice all gravelly and smoky, I miss hearing her
laugh, I miss getting her letters, writing her letters. I miss
her eyes, and the smell of her hair, and the way her breath
tasted. I f.ucking miss
everything. I miss knowing she was around, because it helped me
to know that she was around, someone like her existed. I guess
most of all, I miss knowing I would see her again. I always
thought I’d see her again.”
— James Frey (My Friend Leonard)