Time is a funny thing. She was. But it IS still her birthday. My love for her is still very much alive. He IS. It will soon be his birthday. My love for him is dead because it can never be realized. Yet, I dream about him constantly of late. And her, too.
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I am so sorry for you. My mom died over three years ago and my dad is still missing her as much as ever.
It doesn't go away. Nor does the need for companionship.
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