i miss you, Carl. i miss you more and more with each little catastrophe. i miss you more and more with each nice little thing that happens that i cannot find you to tell you about it. simply put, i miss you. and time is not easing the ache. not yet anyway.
a hug. come give me a little hug. a hug is all i need and i think i can do this a little longer.
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Missing them hasn't.changed, you're so right. There is still that instinct to turn, and share the moment with them.
Take care of yourself, and I hope you get to feeling better soon.
"more and more with each nice little thing that happens that i cannot find you to tell you about"
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