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As the weeks and months pass, I find myself missing him more and more. I worry that I am going to forget him; forget what he looked like, forget what he smelt like, forget what he sounded like, forget what he felt like. It feels like our marriage was a lifetime ago, and I sometimes even doubt its reality.

I find myself wearing his clothes, using his deodorant, listening to his music, reading his books. Mostly just wishing it didn’t have to be this way.

xx zs

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