how about not equating death with stopping?

I talked to Stacey for the first time last night. It's so crazy...we sound so much alike. So, we look like twins, have the same handwriting, and talk the same way lol. Ridiculous. I think one day I'd like to visit her... It feels so strange...like, I have to fill a seemingly complete stranger in on 19 years... but at the same time I feel completely connected to her. And I feel like I should call her and tell her these ridiculous things...like, how after months of searching, I finally found the PERFECT pair of red pumps. Is it even possible to feel completely attatched and detatched at the same time?