2 years.
104 weeks, 731 days, 17,544 hours, 1,052,640 minutes, 63,158,400 seconds.
And not a moment goes by when you, your memory, the scar that was left on my heart when you were torn from my life isn’t noticed.
I still remember. I always will. Because the truth of it pulls my insides everyday.
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And now I understand, that a heart breaks it does not bend.
I miss you.
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That’s sweet. I had a dear friend that I lost to CF. I miss her terribly. I knew then, too, that hearts don’t bend, they break in two…never to be the same.