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June 12, 2007
He sat on the ground, his knees against his chest and his back against the wall. There were no stars out that night but he looked up and said they were beautiful, anyway. I understand her death has been hard on him, on both of us, but to do look at the clouds that way and tell me he could see her in the stars was a little much.

He couldn’t even look me in the eyes. He sat there, crying and admitted he was always painfully jealous of she and I, because we were young, alive and in love.