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Months, it's been months.
And I'm supposed to believe that I'm okay?
That I don't miss you.
Why would I lie to myself?
Why would I pretend losing you didn't break me?
Didn't shatter me.
In pieces?
It's been months, yes.
Imagine how it will be in years.
Ha ha ha!
Are we counting dog years?
I should have written this sooner,
one month ago, to be exact.
I was busy.
I only hope you forgive me.
And I'm supposed to believe that I'm okay?
That I don't miss you.
Why would I lie to myself?
Why would I pretend losing you didn't break me?
Didn't shatter me.
In pieces?
It's been months, yes.
Imagine how it will be in years.
Ha ha ha!
Are we counting dog years?
I should have written this sooner,
one month ago, to be exact.
I was busy.
I only hope you forgive me.