I want to forget everything you told me. I want to wash away how uncertain you made me. How scared I was of losing you. How I lost you anyway. I don’t want to know how your hands feel or what makes you smile. I don’t want to see you in photos, familiar like a dream I had once or a book I never finished. I don’t want to speak about you in snippets or think about how I behaved. Or know that I still think about it. Or know that you’re not just a lamp or a blade of grass, indistinguishable from the rest.
"I am who I am, tattoos and all."
- Miss Kansas, Sgt. Theresa Vail, who will expose her two giant tattoos when she struts down Boardwalk Hall in her bikini during the Miss America Pageant