You’ll never guess what I got in the mail today.
You’d never have guessed, I mean.
I even picked up my phone to tell you about it.
How long will it take to stop that?
When I come across something I would have shared with you
When will the automatic thought of
“….. will love this.”
stop being you?
Those are the moments losing you looms the darkest.
Evermore 
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