Packed Away
She is coming tomorrow morning to pick up the rest of her things. I won’t be here.
I am afraid to go to sleep, because I know that when I wake up I am going to say goodbye to what material remnants I have left of the best two years of my life.
That’s two years of my most cherished memories, packed away into two boxes.
But if you could see me right now, you would see just how much I need this.
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