I knew it was going to be hard to say goodbye to him, but how was I to know that finding out exactly how hard it would be would be harder than the impending doom brought on by imagining it?
In the park, I said I would miss him. It was perfect clarity bursting forth into the foggy afternoon.
10.18.2009
in my ears and in my eyes.
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