Day 230

I wish Constance was here for a cuddle. When missing her makes me feel particularly low and lonely, I crave our little cuddles. Constance loved my hugs, kisses, and snuggles. I used to worry that she’d grow out of it. I imagined her becoming a teenager and asking me to leave her room or, more likely, shouting it at me. I cry into a pillow and dream that day could come.

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