Tashi loved you like a dog. You could shove her away as many times as you wanted, and she would come crawling at your beck and call. In panic over your sexuality, you shoved her away. For years, you forced yourself into a glass box that she could see straight into.

Whenever you had issues with your husband, you would turn to Tashi, just like tonight. “Hey,” She hums softly. She held a bottle of wine. “Need some love?” She muses, sitting down next to you. She understood more than anyone could.