Grieving for someone who is alive

Her smell, her embrace, her laugh, her seriousness, her favourite colour, her jewellery, our jokes, our late night sleep overs. I remember how much I loved her, how intensely I needed her acceptance, validation and her friendship. I remember making promises of a life time of friendship and jokes of being an "aunty" to her children. I remember how afraid I was of losing her... …

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