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3 years ago today they sat me down and told me you weren’t going to be okay.
Not because of cancer or a heart attack.
Something stupid.
An accident.
I didn’t even know that the last time I spoke to you would be the last.
Somehow it wasn’t a fight.
Somehow, you complemented me for the first time in a long time.
It felt like a new start.
A tenuous truce.
And then you were gone.
Forever.