Some night I’ll be in bed daydreaming. I thought of her pain. I thought of her endurances, her strengths, and her past. I couldn’t quite imagine her future though. The bed was the prefect spot to imagine being love, to imagine his embrace. I imagined fitting into the fold of his arms. I breathe in air and I imagined everything clearing away. I imagined peace in his arms. Then, I remembered I have to go to sleep. I looked into the ceiling and made it known to myself---he will never exist in…
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