It's staggering how many times I catch myself thinking of her in the little things. Listening to a song. Eating fruit snacks. Reading a book. Laughing. Sleeping. So many things. It's a blessing and a curse. Thinking of her makes everything okay, but knowing she's so far away makes me miss her more. Yet, I can't help but yearn to think about her more. It's as if I'm home; as if the good outweighs any distance or barriers. I knew I loved her very much, but I didn't know I loved her this much.
I'll be thinking of you, love.
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