Saturday was one of the worst days ever. Packing up my things and going through photographs, I had to take a break every once in awhile and walk around, crying. It annoys me that you are still so much within me.
While the photographs caused much of the anguish, I found certain memories pleasant, such as our trip the butterfly museum in Houston. I had forgotten about that small bird landing on my shoulder, shortly before (after?) I asked you to marry me.
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