One month. Tomorrow.
47 days… since I last talked to you Held your hand. Said I love you.
I miss you in every way possible. I love you so so very much.
All the could have should have would have. The what if.
Rehashing them over and over again. What if you’d gone on the first when Zsa begged you. Why didn’t I just force the issue. But I did. I called her. She showed up.
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