what was it like to love him? asked gratitude.
it was like being exhumed, i answered. and brought to life in a flash of brilliance
what was it like to be loved in return? asked joy.
it was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, i replied. to be heard after a lifetime of silence.
what was it like to lose him? aksed sorrow.
there was a long pause before i responded:
it was like hearing every good-bye ever said to me—said all at once.
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