A friend told me recently that she considers winter in California over by February. That means that I made it. I survived my very first winter without you. It’s amazing how life fills in the gaps. One minute you were so, very, there. The next, I was living in an alternate universe. One where you didn’t exist. There are things that I miss about you, still. Your opinion. Your mind. Your eyes. They were warm. A sunny day in Chicago warm. A day at the beach warm. I have always been cold. Known for holding onto the things that push me away. It’s not over for me, even after all this time. Who else would I write about at midnight?
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