“Do you remember this song?” He asks, “we listened to it often.”
“How could I forget? This is the most overplayed song on my iPod. This is that one I can’t stop repeating. This is that one tune, where every time I listen to it, steals all my air and resuscitates me.”
“We danced to it,” he says.
“You spun me round and round, until I was too dizzy to stand alone.”
“And then I had to hold you close until your head stopped spinning,” he swiftly brushes his hand against mine. "Once in a while, I play it over and over again too, and it takes me back.“
"I’m still there,” I whisper. “I’m still there.”
Excerpt from the letters he left behind #19 by Ming D. Liu