I’m having a tough day today. This morning on the subway, a man wearing a brown corduroy jacket just like Chris’ with a bag that was the same style as Chris’ bag sat next to me. It was very easy for me to look at him from the feet and up and imagine that Chris and I were, once again, riding the train together. I remembered, both mentally and physically, the way it felt to hook my arm around his and hug onto it as we rode together. I miss that. That was my Creej’s arm. I rode the train in choking back tears the entire way.
There will never be another man quite like him. I will never love quite like that again.
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