"I think about you often.
Not as often as I should,
But more often than I 'd like."
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Remembering...
It's hard to think it's been a year. A year since I've seen your face, heard your voice, touched you softly. It hurts to think its been a year since I have thought about you with life. And it stings slightly more to think that every thought of you in this last year has been in death.
Death does not equate to distance or time. It cares little for either. Which means, unlike the other men in my life, time and distance have not faded you. On the contrary...you are still at arms length.
I hope you have found your peace, and I hope you know and understand the things I don't.
I still owe you a visit...and balloons.
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