I miss you
I miss you like crazy
I'm going crazy
It's been nearly six months
Since you broke up with me
But it has been over a year
Since we ended
It's been over a year
Since you looked at me with love
In your eyes
It hasn't even been a week
Since I have looked at you with love
In my eyes
I love you
I love you too much
I was too much for you
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I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson4 days ago in Fiction
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