I love someone I barely got to meet and completely knew. I still count months the way I counted them before everything stopped. Everyone wanted to reassure me about later and I was only grieving this one life. The body does not forget just because the paperwork was brief. I keep imagining milestones for someone who never got to have one. There are tiny things I bought that feel louder than furniture.
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