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We loved, and we loved. You would sit by the lake and tell an empty notebook about the different ways you found me beautiful. I would drift away as you sang, your gentle voice cradling my aching spirit through the telephone line. The framed photographs by our beds watched us as we slept.

We were inseparable, even if we weren't together.