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invisible children
charity: water
liberty in north korea
every ordinary night these days, before i manage to fall asleep, alone, i am still consumed by his absence.
it’s truly as if it were only yesterday that a typical evening meant us both planning around the other’s schedule, so we could make the most time to spend on skype, together, likely dozing off and both waking to the same alarm clock, from over a thousand miles away from each other. it was terribly ridiculous, but even more lovely and comforting and imperfectly perfect.
and it’s been five hundred and twenty days and other relationships of every kind have came and went and stuck around, yet every night still feels as if something is horribly, horribly wrong. and it is. and i don’t know why i’m writing this because i still can’t get it right, or, for that, why i’m about to publish this, or anything at all, really. i just miss him so, so much.
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