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It's funny how memories are like scars that unexpectedly rip open, if only from hearing a name even, leaving you open and bloody, forced to suffer through the healing process just one more time ... and that one more time comes again, and again, and again.... I think this is the first time that missing you has actually brought me to tears, although that would surprise me. I thought this was supposed to get easier... maybe the worst is a sign that relief is closer, but the thought of it getting better without you, only makes this wound feel deeper.