On Loving A Person Who No Longer Exists

12 Mar

“I miss the old you,” I tell him, “the you I fell in love with.”

“He’s dead,” he replies.

I wonder when that happened.  When our old selves died.  I wonder if we killed each other.

“I miss the old you too,” he says.  “She was easier to get along with.”

“Do you think the new you and the new me–”

I let the question hang.

So does he.

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