Weeds are flowers, too, once you get to know them.

The night before I lost everything was like any other night…
I said, I want to tell you something.
She said, You can tell me tomorrow.
I had never told her how much I loved her.
She was my sister.
We slept in the same bed.
There was never a right time to say it.
It was always unnecessary.
The books in my father’s shed were sighing.
The sheets were rising and falling around me with Anna’s breathing.
I thought about waking her.
But it was unnecessary.
There would be other nights.
And how can you say I love you to someone you love?
I rolled on my side and fell asleep next to her.
Here is the point of everything I’ve been trying to tell you, Oskar.
It’s always necessary.

Earth is always earth. The earth will let anyone sit on it, and earth never gives way. It never lets you go.