Friday, December 10, 2004

I just read the blog I kept when you were dying. It is late and the battery on the computer is running out. I wonder if I'll be able to go to sleep. I think your deathday is harder for me than your birthday. I wonder what that means. I wonder if that will change.

I wish I could cuddle with you one more time.

I miss you.

I love you.

Good night.

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