It's been ten years already.
I want to write down my account of that day as it plays over again in my mind. I want to itemize the events. I want to tell you how I was just shy of 18 years old, in the second week of my first year of college. I want to share my feelings and thoughts and all of the realizations I've come to in the years since that day.
But I don't need to do that.
The repercussions of that day are still happening. The world is still broken (most likely more so). What's important is the remembering.
I remember.
