With Covid. With reduced work travel. With life. I have not seen him since last year. We talk. We text. It’s different. But yet it’s the same. I miss him. I miss what it was with more frequent visits. But It’s not over. It’s just different and I’m ok with that right now. I think he is too. It’s changed but yet it’s the same. I don’t regret one moment with him the last 13 years.
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