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AlmaLove breathes softly, her arms wrap around her plush princess doll collection, holding firm, even in slumber. She looks like an angel. I smooth down her silky brunette hair and kiss her head.
“I love you, my little Love,” I whisper against her head which smells of pineapple and citrus, her new fruity shampoo.
Rolling out of her bed, I quietly exit her bedroom and close the door.
What a horrible day.
I feel so very alone, though I know I am far from it. I have an entire team of people who have become my family. Individuals that would do anything for Love and me. I have more support than many, and I know this. But I don’t have my partner, and days like today make that fact all the more blaring. I miss having that person who’s mine—my other half, my ride or die.
My soul mate.
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