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I found myself crying in the most unusual of places. In the spice cabinet looking for toothpicks and then I find my face in the crook of my arm and I am sobbing. Of course sitting at the computer, and in Barnes and Noble, the candy aisle in Whole foods. I sit at the end of my bed, ready to greet the morning sun and I am surprised to find tears running down my face. It honestly surprises me when it happens. He is gone. He is gone. He is gone. He is gone. What he took I will never get back and what I gave I will never get back. But one day he rose from my life and walked away. Never to come back I suppose