I don't hurt as much, but I still hurt.
I don't cry as much, but I still cry.
It doesn't ache as much, but it still aches..
I don't want things for you as much, but I still dream about what your life could have been.
I wish I could see you laugh or grin or snark..
I could use a hug, B could use a kiss (you know the kind), and S could use a wrestling match.
I don't miss you as much. . . . Liar! I miss you tons.
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