it’s funny when i start to miss things i never thought i would. there are the big moments when i say, “dang, i need to remember this.” but mostly it’s all the tiny, seemingly insignificant moments that compile into one big impression of a time, a place. and then i miss you all and what we had. and i wonder if i’ll ache this way forever, and if the crumbling pieces of my heart will continue to break off when i think of each time, each place, each feeling i’ll never quite have again. if the aching will just grow until it swallows me whole, or if it will form snaking fissures across my insides until i fall to pieces one afternoon, lost in thoughts of things gone.
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