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I drove past the Airport last night, I found myself crying and thinking about how I would sob every morning on my way to work because I'd think about the day you'd be on your way home to me. I have learned to live without you. I've learned how to tuck our love scenes safely in the back of my brain. They always sneak out when I see something beautiful or hear a song that makes my bones shake--because that is what you would do to me.