I’ve noticed that some of my hardest moments happen in transition spaces. Driveway. Hallway. Stairs. Parking lots. The minute after I close a door. The minute before I open one. Maybe because transitions used to contain micro-connections. Calling out to her. Looking for her. Trading places. Sharing a glance. Small handoffs. Now they’re just seams where the absence shows.
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