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| [Friday, August 17, 2007 at 10:43 pm] |
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I can’t help but remember the important things- the feelings we felt. I keep going over it in my head, trying to memorize every detail and emotion so it won’t fade away. I’m afraid it’s slipping, though. And the more it slips, the more I lose him. And I can’t stand to lose more of him because he’s already gone.
( The Memoirs of a Mother )
I miss his grip, his embrace, his smell, his touch. I miss everything about him. I miss feeling safe, and I miss the comfort his arms offered. A part of me wishes I would have died with him, too. I’d give anything to be in his arms again. I’d give anything to see him again. To have the chance to say "I love you" just one more time. To simply peck at his lips as he leaves the house. I’d give anything to smell him again. To be angry at his lateness. To be surprised by his kindness. I’d give anything just to sit in the kitchen and know he’d actually come home to me again.
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I think it is best if I put this thing away, even if it is at least for a few days.
I find myself to be rather distraught over this entry, and though I don't want to delete it, I don't want to read it or think about it just yet. I wrote it late at night, and I can't bare to see it now.
Anways, I should be back soon- well, not too soon. We'll see. Anyways, I need to close this thing. I'm sorry.
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