It was, all in all, the same. You were begging for a better way to wrap yourself in chains, the timing, and the darkness. Turning muscles into rain, turning second thoughts into sick days lost, and all the changing days we turned into tornadoes. Remember, darling, please remember: please don't change. Remember, darling, please remember. There was sugar in the tea. It took the bitter edge off all the winter weather blues we spun into each other. All the things you made for me, and still I sicced the moths on all the scarves you knitted when you had to move your fingers. Remember, darling, pl...