the hazy nights

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Dear Astoria,

I'm beginning to feel better in the hazy nights.

No longer are my nights lonely without you, for now they are comforting. They are my relaxer after a hard day at work.

Only the crickets and my breathing are the things I hear. Sometimes only the crickets offer sounds. My breathing has slowly stopped being ragged, short, and fumble.

Progress some call it. But progress will never succeed, really. I can tell you how much I know I'll never get over you. And that's okay, I think.

It still hurts, sometimes. There are the lonely nights where the dark brings no comfort. But I've noticed those times are getting less and less.

A comfort is knowing that you are painless. You are no longer suffering. I'm not glad you died, but for your sake I'm glad you are in no pain.

But I know you would rather be down here with me. You long for my touch, for my eyes. You long for me as as I do for you.

The question is, how do I know this? I know this because I know you, Astoria. I know your thoughts and actions, like you so mine.

That's what makes us fit, you know. We took the time to know each other throughout marriage and parenthood. I still learn, but I will admit that it hurts not being able to know more about you.

I miss learning. I long for the new knowledge being thrown at my face.

As I write this, my hands shake slightly. This is my way of thoughts dispersing. My crooked letters have even more of a wobble than usual.

Maybe it's because the crickets are silent. Why are they quieting tonight, I wonder. Maybe they lost someone. I was quiet when I lost you.

I shall let them mourn.

Love,

Draco

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