I miss you all the time. But it’s become like a dull ache you get used to. Today was like snaggin a healing hangnail on a sweater.
No. It was more than that. It just hurt okay? I had a dream about you last night. You were pregnant. I saw you in a parking lot talking to a coworker. You rubbed your belly. You might have been about 6 months along.
I miss you so much. You’re right there. Half a mile away from me most days.
Right there. And a million miles away.
I love you.
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