You're 16, and you have the most incredible moment ever, and then you have to live and grow up and become the woman you want to be, the mother you want to be. Responsible. Human. I don't think a lot of people who were with Mr. B could grow up. That's why a lot of them became angry or unhappy. I magnify the little time I spent with him to people who knew him. That loss. How do you fill that? What fills that?
