I read a poem once about a girl who had a crush on a guy who died. She imagined him up in heaven with all the beautiful angels… and she was jealous. Ellie is gone. I imagine her with all the badass angels now. Hanging out with them in their black leather jackets – causing trouble. But I’m not jealous. I just… miss her.

我曾经读过一首诗，是关于一个女孩儿，她深爱着的男人不幸去世。她想象着他在天堂里和许多美丽的天使在一起的情景，她感到很妒忌。Ellie走了。我想象着她现在正和坏天使们在一起，穿着黑色的皮夹克，到处惹是生非。但是我并不嫉妒。我只是想念她。