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I feel...

That's the trouble - I feel nothing. I'm afraid I'm getting used to it and when I search my soul I find nothing but impatience everything to end. Is it the winter? Is it Christmas? Is it today? My Vincent stopped breathing on this day five years ago. Is it loneliness that weights on me heavier with each day? Is it hope getting thinner as days turn to past in vain?

Sometimes I miss Jonathan - as he was fifteen years ago, another lost soul searching for an anchor. Knowing there was someone out there looking for the same as I was made me believe that what we were looking for could actually be found.