There have been so many times that I wish I could talk to him. So many times that I could talk to him about college, friends, family, God, life, and guys. I wish I could just lay my head on his chest, listen to his heartbeat, and feel safe. I miss his smell--he used to smell like Irish Spring soap and Old Spice deodorant.
But what sense does it make that a seemingly healthy man could fall and nearly shatter his knee and end up dead three weeks later???
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I know it doesn't make sense, especially not now, maybe never. Praying for you sweetie! Love you!
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