Notes from April 2021: I've thought about them a lot lately. I've thought about how it stings my tongue to say their names, their absence filling every corner of my voice box, so I don't. I think about who they would be right now in this very lifetime. Would they be moms? Wives? Or would they have been traversing through this life independently, fully believing that all they could ever need was/is within? What would their interest be? What things would make their stomach hurt from laughter? Would they feel their best years were behind them, or that life was just beginning? Would they have experienced the insufferable pain of heartbreak, only to do the hard work of sewing themselves whole again?
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