I know you think you’re never going to get beyond him. I know you’re going to see a piece of him in everyone. I know you think he’s going to linger forever, and you think you somehow deserve that punishment. It’s so easy to internalize that suffering—to make it a part of you, to put the blame on yourself. It’s so agonizingly easy to look in the mirror and see what he must have seen: that meaningless face in the crowd.