I keep thinking of Him. I don't have Him. I can't. That's why I'm thinking about Him.
It segued into thinking about Dad. The middle of the night is the worst time to think about Dad. For some reason it hurts worse when the rest of the world is asleep.
Why do I spend so much time being sad about the things I can't have? Wouldn't it be easier to spend that time being happy about the things I do have? More productive to spend it preparing for the things I can get?
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