"What was it like to love him?" asked Gratitude.
"It was like being exhumed," I answered. "And brought to life in a flash of brilliance."
"What was it like to be loved in return?" asked Joy.
"It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness," I replied. "To be heard after a lifetime of silence."
"What was it like to lose him?" asked Sorrow.
There was a long pause before I responded. "It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me - said all at once."
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