Why does something so wonderful and pure bring me such heartbreak? it feels as if I'm torn in two, or maybe, less dramatically, like my soul has a paper cut. I can't help but think that because it is something so joyous and precious that it MUST hurt. That's a stupid rule. You're not gone, but you're not here. It almost hurts more than if you were gone, at least then I would have the comfort of certainty. I wish I was with you, I think of you often, most of the day really. Apparently everything reminds me of you. I managed to somehow think of you when boiling an egg! don't ask me how, I haven't the slightest idea. I hope you're well, be safe, and be happy. know that wherever you are, wherever you go, you hold my heart, my thoughts, and my soul.
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