12:49 AM: My hand cannot fathom not having yours to hold.I try to translate my feeble understanding of what's happened to the rest of myself - breaking the news, I guess. One more group to come out to. Maybe it's that I still cannot understand - but my hands and arms certainly do not and they continue to feel restless, hoping.
11:54 AM: I know what I said. I know lying is wrong. I know I would say anything to help her move on. I know my heart judges me with each beat - and I can only answer it: I lied and it must be so.
1:00 AM: you're not coming back. And still, I sleep as though you were. Memory is a cruel bedfellow.
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