I just all of the sudden started thinking. Last night the visit with my fiance in the rehab center was so wonderful. He held me and ran his fingers thru my hair and would kiss me on the head every now and then. And now I'm in our old bed all alone, AGAIN. THe place where I'll be all alone for probably a year to come, if he ever even gets better. It just felt so normal last night, like before he ever got hurt. Why does he have to go thru all of this pain? Why do we have to be so unhappy, with our lives just stopped in this miserable place? I just want him back. I want to hear him talk to me, that's all. I want him to live with me again, and his mom to go away. I want us both to stop feeling this pain and emptiness, and to move on with our plans and get married and have kids. I miss him, and it hurts so bad.
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