#10

[beenwaitinglong]

I suppose the scale of the war doesn't really register until you've seen the names of the soldiers.

Funny, how things you don't even remember can somehow make you feel so hollow. Anyone understand?

(In smaller writing, at the bottom of the page)I spilled a cup of coffee this morning. I'd barely taken two sips, but I think I loved that flavor all

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After reading the above

[snowburned]

I was with her when she died. I doubt it's much consolation, but I don't believe she was in any pain.

[beenwaitinglong]

You doubt correctly.

[snowburned]

I'm sorry.

[beenwaitinglong]

You've done nothing to apologize for.

[snowburned]

I'm sorry I couldn't save her. And I'm sorry for your loss.

[beenwaitinglong]

You did what you could. And I'm hardly in any position to call it "my" loss...

[snowburned]

The losses we've suffered are no less our own for the fact that we share them.

[beenwaitinglong]

I wouldn't presume to suffer heaviest from the loss of someone I barely knew.

[snowburned]

Perhaps not, but all the same. I hope she returns.

[beenwaitinglong]

Sick, isn't it? When death is such a minor inconvenience and still wounds us like this.