Missing

My best friend. Chilling upstairs in our room and I look over at Hubby’s medical books, start the laptop upa and theirs his fav photo of when we got married cutting our cake with this huge metre long double handed saw from years and years ago. And I miss him. How do I get rid of the ache from missing him so much. 

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