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October 7, 2011
I saw D's dad on the highway while driving to work. It hit me like a ton of bricks. If I were a weaker person and not on my way to work then it probably would have hit me like two tons of bricks. I cried. I cried and I couldn't help but think that I hated her. Hated her for leaving. Her dad just had this intent look of sadness as he mindlessly drove to work. I sensed her presence, unmistakably. I wanted it to be a dream. I wanted to call her. I wanted her to call me.