I miss you. Funny how so few words can mean so many things, how they can abbreviate a layered complexity of emotion. Nostalgia, melancholy, laughter, pain.
I think of you every time I finish something I’m proud of.
I think of you every time I think of Christmas.
I think of you every time I’m in a hospital.
I think of you every time I laugh so much it hurts my belly.
I think of you every time I sing.
You loved it when I sang this song.
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Beautiful, Kindra!
September 8, 2016 at 8:31 am♡♡♡♡♡♡
September 8, 2016 at 4:38 pm