It still aches. It's like a smouldering wreck and every once in a while, something is still burning brightly. The odd ember when you hear a certain song, when you remember a fond memory.
Talking is the only way I'm coping but it leaves me strangely hollow at the same time because I want more than words.
It's not a matter of wanting to give more. It's a matter of not being able to.
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