Dear Levi,
There is a car
in the parking lot at work that is a little bit like Santana. Such a
happy-go-lucky blue-green color. Sometimes, my heart squeezes and I feel it so
unfair; but other times, I have to think it is God being kind to me. All I know
is I miss you more each day. It never got better, the pain just moved deeper
inside of me. Did you feel anything at all? Ever? Do you feel anything at all?
Ever? Ever?
Your star,
Rigel
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