You have become so part of me, that sometime I surprise myself when I remember you. I don’t mean I have forgotten that you are there, or that you are any less present in my life. Occasionally I’ll catch a glimpse of you, the casual flick of your hand through your hair when you put on your sunglasses, or the edge of an emotional bruise, and I’m reminded: “Oh! It’s you!” And alway, I am pleased that it’s me I now see with you.

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