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Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the virtual ink this story is written in.
When was the last time you felt like this?
When last didn't you inhale deeply, just because she touched your hand?
When was the last time you had a thought that didn't contain her in it?
When did you last go to sleep when your head hit the pillow, like you used to, before her?
She is not as oblivious as you might think. When she comes into the room she asks, concerned "Are you ok? You look tired…" all you do is smile and answer: "I slept like a dog."
"You mean log." she smiles at you, and leaves.