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I wish I could just talk to you. I just want to hear your voice again. I feel like I’ve been grieving the loss of you but you didn’t die. You’re the only person who met me and saw me for me. You didn’t want anything from me. You didn’t care about what I had to offer because honestly, I had nothing to offer. Nothing to give. You cared about ME. You took away the empty pit in my stomach. You stopped the aching in my bones. To be with you was a sigh of relief. Here we are today strangers. So much time spent all for nothing. If I had known I wouldn’t be able to talk to you again I would have cherished the time we shared. I’m sorry. I miss you. I love you. I think about you every single day. How am I grieving when you’re still alive?