“i miss her”. “you’re supposed to”. “i feel like I’m missing a place that’s no longer there… A place that no longer exists. A person.” “yeah. Trust me, I get that”. Thank you. From the bottom of my messed up heart. For being a part of the home we make when ours evaporate, far too soon. I hope you feel it too, this home-thing. I hope you feel safe here, and guaranteed love, and understood. But mostly I hope it takes away some of the unsolvable sadness and maybe secret, inadmissible despair for you, too. Love you. Thank you.
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