I didn’t need him in order to breathe. I didn’t need him in order to smile. I didn’t need him in order to be happy. But under those parameters, I didn’t exactly need my left arm, either. I wanted him beside me every morning as the first ray of the sun warmed my skin. I wanted his contagious laugh echoing in my car as we drove out to the hayfield—sometimes to make out, sometimes to sit in unbelievably comfortable silence together. I wanted to travel the world with him before settling down to have a family the way we had always planned. Bits and pieces of Ramsey were intertwined in everything
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