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First day of summer. Tear stained paper once agian. Winter, spring, summer. Time passes but I still cry when I think of us. A loss is not something you get over. Something stays lost forever. You can buy a new shoe, but the fact remains that you'll never have that old comfy worn-in shoe again. It's lost forever. Like every day, never to be had
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no one can be their own rock all of the time. we all need some sort of help at one time or another. and for independent people like yourself, it can be hard to realize that.
and you are the most lovingest person i know. it's not bad you're looking for someone to love you. we all are. that's all we ever want. and you are not alone.
i'm thinking of you, dear...
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and filled with lovely things
sun and rain,
long country lanes,
roses and tea,
the swirling sea,
and daisy tiara rings.
but when these things are not enough
there is a bit more there
hugs and kisses,
love and comfort,
a bout of laughter shared.
you need not look much farther than
your phone or maybe car
to contact one or two
or five or ten
or 6 bazillion
people who love you.
we may not be just everything
that you are wanting now
but never feel alone my dear
by needing or any how.
i love you lovely jaclyn
and there are zillions more beside
it's good to feel and think and hurt
just don't let it tear you up inside.
if ever you need someone to
laugh, or hug, or talk
i'll be a phone or car away
ready for anything, anything, anything
even a graveyard walk.
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we can be eachother's mommies
promise.
i love you sooo much
you're amazing
you're fantastic
I basically want to hang out with you ALL summer long.
<3<3
you can always call me to talk or whatever and we can hang out ANY time
and we can have pow wows
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i am quite the expert listener, not so much the talker
but i will be there for you anytime if you want to rant and chew on popsicles
even at midnight. or four a.m.
furthermore, my mum didnt have a mummy either so if you ever need real empathy, and are comfortable with it, shes an expert talker and listener and relater
so the world is quite sorrowful, but also beautiful. i found a rose last night with petals that smell like warm, homemade bread! can you imagine?
there are heaps of love coming at you from all directions
and that may never fill certain voids
...
but it seems to me that you are one of the most loved people i know and a mum is the face of an unconditional loving force so maybe you have even more mums than you thought?
and maybe someday you will look back and see that your losses made you the person you are and without them you may have not made so many gains
i love you oakie
creek soon. sunday especially.
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love makes us all fools. love is the most tragic thing i know; yet, even in its tragedy and heartache, love is the most beautiful force i've had the privelege to touch. lost loves, lost items... are irrevocable, and yet they live on in memory. loss itself is immortal, eternal...
i love you deeply, my dearest elisabeth. i love you so much that even in my pain, i want more than anything for you be taken care of. remember, too: it is good for everyone to have a person to care for, but it is also good for grown folks to be allowed to degress to babyhood on occasion. you take care of the world, lina; sometimes it's important to have a cry and a moment to yourself. call me, honey, and i will be your susan and your mommy and your friend, and we can laugh and cry and hold each other until the sun crests the horizon and we remember that life is good.
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