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When you hold me in bed, squeezing me between your arms, your forehead against mine, wordless but it feels like so much is being communicated. As if all of your pain will go away if you squeeze me just a little tighter, a little longer. I feel it too. I want those moments every day, not twice a year. You’re my secret, but you’re not my person and knowing what I’m missing tears my heart out. Why do the best gifts always come in the wrong packages?
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