I miss you all the time. So much, that it's turned into a dull kind of miss and I start to think I'm used to it. Then I'll be out and I'll see something funny and I wonder if you'd laugh about it too. And suddenly I'm thinking of your sarcasm, then your smile, then how your voice cracks when you're trying to talk and laugh at the same time. And all that pain of missing you comes rushing back, and I realize I haven't gotten used to it at all.
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