Whenever there’s an event or change in my life, the feelings of wanting Styna and the pain from the loss of not having her become stronger and more frequent. Christmas is only a few days away, with Moving Day to a new home even sooner: tomorrow. My connection to her is still here inside me, but all I get to feel is this persistent toll of absence. There was a time where she cared, yet I so quickly was stung, became a subject and loving heart of no further interest, and silently forgotten. I can’t be as flippant.
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