Hanh. I dreamt, he came home early. But I woke up. And beside me, are just cold sheets. So I cried. I cried myself back to sleep. Over the phone, I ask him, “When? Earlier?” No, just the same. I love you. His voice, so good to hear. But nothing is like his warm body and face to feel. I wait. And I wait. I miss him so much.
I know. We wait.
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