This woman is wildly fierce, and roars, she doesn’t eke out small whispers. Which tells me she’s almost afraid of what she’s admitted. “Reid, you can miss me now, the way I miss you. The way I think I’ll always miss you. But I learned a long time ago that you can miss something without wanting it back. Knowing that what you miss is just the memory. The version we preserve to protect the imprint of something, or someone, important.”
SHE IS WILDLY FIERCE SHE ROARS
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