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I'm not sure where I lost the numbers. I'm not sure if today is the 2 year and ten month mark, or if, by day, that was last sunday. I don't know if it is the sunday before the 13th, or if it is the sunday closest to the 12th or if it matters one bit, which it doesn't.

I know I woke up so many times in the night just wanting you here. Wanting to hear your voice, sleepy and low, wanting to just be f-ing normal and go down to the coffee shop and have tea and toast, to have our feet intertwined under the table, holding hands while our faces are each hidden behind our sections of the newspaper. I just want you back. I miss you. I hate this. I just want you back.

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