The 9th Sunday. It's the ninth Sunday since I last spoke with you. I can still recite our last conversation. Tonight I found out how quickly you were drawn to me, how much you cared for me, heard the story from someone else's lips. Heard how much you held back so that we could develop a foundation of friendship. I'm so thankful for everything, every way in which you demonstrated how much you cared for me. I always felt so treasured, loved, appreciated, respected, not from what you would say but from what you would do, your actions.
Because of you I have a bar with which to measure...I just wish I didn't have to.
I miss you. I miss us. Tonight, it's raw.
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