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January 5, 2011
When I wake up in the morning, I feel like I may very well be the only person alive. I'll wake to the sound of the alarm clock. Everyone else is already downstairs, probably getting ready to leave. I roll out of bed and make my way across the hall to shower.

Once the steam swirls around me and I am alone, I blink sleep from my heavy eyelids. I've been refreshing the same pages.

Every morning, though, I think of him as the water falls on my shoulder. This morning was the same, but...

The hurt wasn't there anymore.