So I get five messages from this group while I'm reading an e-mail from my former fiancee, a wonderful woman who's a far better writer than I ever have a dream of being.
Their messages are 10k, 5k, 6k, 4k, 7k. Hers is 33k, the story of death, life, rebirth, survival. High school. Drugs. Cancer. Pain. Survival.
I delete theirs without even reading. It's a perversion of all that's right and holy to even think of reading theirs after reading her song.
Oh, Emily, Princess of the World, you can still make me cry....