Some times at night I contemplate joining you, I don’t know if it’s the darkness or the cold of night, or more likely it’s the reflection that happens at night when you’re not here and I’m left with just my thoughts. Then I will sometimes re-read the last letter you sent me in hopes that it’ll somehow say something different this time, it never does. You said that just knowing I was missing you gave you strength, if only you could know how much I miss you now.
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