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I no longer have a contingency plan in case of your death. I no longer miss hanging out with my other friends all night. I no longer miss sitting in bookstores and libraries, reading for hours. I no longer miss train hopping and urban exploration. I no longer miss the freedom to be lonely.

Over a decade ago I chose to give that old life up for the greater happiness of life with you. Somewhere in the intervening time I've stopped missing it. I am fulfilled by the work we do together.

Maybe this is growing up. Not in age but maturity. It's not something I worked towards or something I own. It's a happy place, though.
Father, 04/08/08

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