When someone you l-ov-e dies, people ask how you're doing, but they don't really want to know. They (seek affirmation) that you're okay, that you appreciate thier concern, that life goes on and so can they. Secretly they wonder when teh statue of limitations on asking expires. (It's three months, by the way. Written or unwritten, that's about all the time it takes for people to forget the one thing you never will.) They don't want to know that you'll never again eat birthday cake because you don't want to erase the { m a g i c a l } taste of the frosting on his lips. that you ...wake... up every day wondering why you got to live and he didn't. That on the first afternoon of your first real vacation, you sit in front of the ocean, face -hot- under the giant sun, willing him to give you a sign that he's o.k.a.y.
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