The First One

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I count the amount of time we’ve been together.

Still half the time you were with her.

I think about how far we’ve come, how well we know each other, how much we love each other, how much I believe in our future. But it’s still only half of what you had with her.

Did you know that your mom still slips her into conversation? Recounts the sordid details that you won’t talk about, all that…