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I still think of you.

Updated: May 18, 2020

I think of your wit.


The way you'd talk to me while you showered.


How much we would laugh.


The way you'd chase me while I was trying to dress.


When you'd pull me closer in the middle of the night.


How you'd surprise me by running a bath, fly home a day early, or plan a date night to see my favorite play.


How you'd hand me a glass of water when I was sad.


How badly you wanted me to excel, and how I felt I couldn't.


How I begged you not to leave.


I still dream of you.


And hear your voice.

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