Three Questions

What was it like to love him?
It was like being exhumed, and brought to life in a flash of brilliance.

What was it like to be loved in return?
It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, to be heard after a lifetime of silence.

What was it like to lose him?
There was a long pause before I responded:

It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me--said all at once.

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