#drewbers

I can’t believe he is real

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Yes. A thousand times yes. There was a point in time where I would have said every minute of every day. But things changed while I wasn't paying attention...and now thoughts of him come only once a week. Three or four times on particularly bad weeks, when I get sad or feel lonely, but that isn't very often these days. Do I miss him? Only the way college students wind up missing home. Only the way a smoker misses her cigarettes. He's as bad for my happiness as being stuck in a town where I'm miserable. He's as bad for my health as carbon monoxide. But I miss his face like hell.