Staring at melting Christmas lights through a rainy windshield. Rainy morning conversations in the front seat. Feet up on the dash. The sounds so incredibly rich. The way we laughed. The beauty of the way we were. Fleeting just like we always knew it was. It never stops hurting, the ones who didn’t meet us on the other side. We knew it would end, but I’m not sure we ever realized it would be like this.
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