dear ida,
myrna dragged me down this morning - just feeling blah and crappy and out-of-sorts. it took me until nearly 11am to realize the date.
it's july 17th. it's toddly's day. deep inside my soul, that's why i feel crappy. because of a piece of me is missing. the piece that loved him.
i can still hear m's voice in my head 'they found todd dead'. it was so blunt and hurtful that i dropped the phone thinking the words could fly away like the receiver from my hands. those words couldn't be true. he couldn't be gone. he told me he'd be back in two weeks.
two weeks turned into a lifetime away.
xox, me
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