I miss you everyday. So much.
But I don't call.
And I don't write.
Because you need to find a life that makes sense.
Like I do.
And if I didn't love you as much as I do I couldn't do this.
But I do it everyday without you.
In hopes that when you come out the other end...
I can be there.
-from the desk of S.C. Browne
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