Lunch Box Letters
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Listen: I miss you.
"I miss you," I keep saying. And even though you hear me say that, you are not listening.
I'm saying that I love you. I'm saying that I miss the way things were. I miss the beginning, I miss the middle parts. And I'm afraid of the end.
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