to remember:

"it's like when you packed my copy of the catcher in the rye in your box of books to take to college freshman year, and i knew i'd probably never see it again.. unless a grandchild dragged it back to our house. or when you told me that i could use your closet for my clothes if i needed to, which i've been doing. ...it's kind of like that."

and:

"who loves me the most in this room?"

and i always smile to myself, because it's always just the two of us when that question is posed.

[ sufjan stevens ]