Him. One word. One single word. One single word that acts as a healer and a sledgehammer. That one single word dries my eyes and then wettens them again with one little text that simply says "Hi." Or a very, very distant thought buried in the back of my mind. Or when I'm in oblivion thinking of everything but Him. Him. The very reason I make it through every day just to go home and cry. The only thing I can think about anyday, everyday. Him...
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