However hard and however long we love someone who has died, they can never love us back. At least that is how it feels...

For a moment amongst the crowd, I saw you. I've since found out it's common for people separated from someone they love to keep seeing that loved one amongst strangers; something to do with recognition units in our brain being too heated and too easily triggered. This cruel trick of the mind lasted only a few moments, but was long enough to feel with physical force how much I needed you.

...grief is loved turned into an eternal missing. ...It can't be contained in hours or days or minutes.

The gastliness of nothing. Because I was nobody's sister now.

As I waited, I flicked through a magazine in a futile bid to look occupied. It had the next month's date on the cover and I remembered you laughing at time-traveling fashion mags, saying the date on the cover should alert people to their absurdity inside.