'Hang' holds the undisputed title of the greatest devolution of modern language in the context of interpersonal relations, since 'Baby Mama'.
Memories, once snarled, now lay sorted and stacked, their sharp edges softened and beginning to decay. Within these layers, resolutions have emerged.
But she is never coming back, and I fear that if I look in too deep, I will find that only emptiness is left. What crayon is going to color that?