And then, a few weeks later, this, which is the one that told me I was reading a real person:

You asked if I think about you.

I want to be careful because I don’t want to give you something that sounds nice and isn’t true.

For a long time I didn’t, not on purpose, because I couldn’t.

It’s not that I forgot.

It’s that I built a life where there was no hour in the day that had a door in it.

I got very good at it.