it's been almost 4 months and sometimes, it still doesn't feel like he's really gone. i keep waiting to run into him somewhere, or see him come home late one night. even when i talk to him, even when i know he's there with me, i will say to myself out loud "i can't believe it," and i really can't. even now, as i sit here and try not to cry, i am
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