It's the little lies to myself that keep me from screaming
I look down at your wallet and see your id through the clear plastic cover. My first thought isn't to wonder how many days it has been since I saw your face, or how it felt when you kissed my cheek... it is; “Mom will be so pissed she left that
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I'm sorry, hon. For all my eloquence (when I can muster it), I've no words that will mend that pain.
I had a similar moment the other day, myself. I came across a song with a very "Depeche Mode" song to it, and I said to myself "Oh man, Jeanne would like this. I wonder if I copied it on the flash drive I gave her last summ....." And my thought would be cut off mid-sentence, as my mind caught up with reality. I haven't even cleared her contact out of my phone.
I know none of that doesn't at all compare to what you're feeling and going through, but I can sympathize, for what that's worth. *sigh* *hugs*
Reality sucks.
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