I held on to what might be the most dangerous part of her, though it's her least frequented internet locale. Once a month she'll post something, a passive link to some song lyrics. Something for me to analyze, try to glean the lines that correlate to what she's feeling.

She's thinking of me. It makes me feel a little better, but a little sadder knowing that I can't respond. There isn't a rule. It's just for the best.