playsaidtheduke
It would take a miracle for everything to be better now. Not just the little things, but everything? God, will I ever be able to come up for air? I'm choking on the sobs that get past my teeth.
He is my other half. For every thing that I am not, he is. He fills the gaps, the nooks, the crannies. He is my smile, the reason my hands have not dusted and aged prematurely. He is my inspiration. I love him. And always have.
They instructed me that there would be one word, one word a day, and with that single word, I should begin to write. It would serve as fodder to my musings, as practice to my rusted gears and hinges. I prayed to myself -- let this help me.
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