Dammit, LG

elm ave near Carolwood, Woodridge IL

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I freaking miss you. I won't reach out directly but still keep hoping that my phone will ring. L3 called me on Facetime last night and his older brothers were somehow playing Jackbox with my sister. Reminded me of when we used to play with your little ones. I am sorry for that last email I sent. It was cold and harsh and designed to hurt you. The attempt itself was even designed to hurt you simply to convince myself that whenever my phone rang, it wouldn't be you. It didn't work...neither the 2nd attempt nor the hope that every time the phone rings it's you. I miss your face. I miss being your person. I miss conversations that start out one way and end up in a hundred other ways. I miss your kids. I miss the hell out of your family. I miss your/our projects. I miss being your partner. I just miss you. In the end, I hope you are happy but I'll never stop wishing that I was the one you were happy with.