Sitting here at a gas station in St. Louis, eating Raising Cane's in my rental, and all I can think of is you. This is the closest in distance we've ever been. Crazy right? I wish I could hold you. But it'd make me sick. I'm still so angry with you.
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2.5 Years
Non-FictionSomeone has told me that you grieve someone for half the time you've known them or longer. I don't want to grieve that long however this is my progress as to how I'm feeling.
