See you, Laurent.

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I had already lost count of the days of me trying to survive in my hospital bed.

They started putting curtain drapes in between the cubicles. I wanted to protest. I didn't like the covers. I wanted to see you every single day because that was the only thing that kept me sane.

I haven't seen you in a while, Laurent. I have yet to see your chestnut eyes. I haven't seen your smile; I haven't heard you laugh. These were the moments forever embedded in my mind–the way that I couldn't live without having a glimpse of you. The moments I realized how much I have loved you. 

I hope you are doing well.

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