He thought of her.

Driving to work, editing a spreadsheet,
ordering lunch, driving home, lying in bed staring at the ceiling fan
… he thought of her.

Last conscious thought before sleep, and first thought upon awakening, were of her.

In his dreams, she caressed him, kissed him, and held him as he held her.

He counted the days, hours, and minutes until he could see her again.

It could not be soon enough.

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