Dresses of a Different Color
A Dialogue of a Girl Attempting to Articulate Life and Depression
16 February 2011
Soldier Rising
Today I got a call from the Middle East.
'I miss you too, Mace'
Did he really just call me 'Mace'?
*I melt like butter*
In that soft, sweet tone of voice?
*I remember that*
I really almost couldn't take it.
I really do miss him.
Sometimes.
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