You were the best of the worst in people. It was what I loved and envied most about you – your flawless ability to be heinously blithe. You laughed at my demons, but bore them for me. You mocked my pain, but took a share of it. And then you left without a care, but not until I could endure them on my own. Although your insouciance was obscene, I’ve never begrudged you for it. In fact, I need to thank you for it. I might not have made it without it.