I keep making room for someone who is not coming back. I hate how much of love becomes passwords after death. I can keep the bills paid or I can breathe deeply, but not both on the same day. I know all the account numbers now and I would trade every one of them for one more boring Tuesday. There are days I am functioning so well it feels like betrayal.
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