Blueberries remind me of summers in Michigan. We'd fly out to visit the family, and often we'd spend a day on a trip to a pick-your-own-berries type place, coming home with baskets laden with a lack of berries, most of our crop consumed.
I said goodbye today. I'll see him again, of that I have no doubt, but it was still hard. A few tears in the BART station, a few more upon getting home, a brief but violent torrent upon making up the bed. It's mostly passed now. I'll keep missing him, but for now it's nice to have space to stretch out in the bed. That's what I'm telling myself anyways. And I'll always have the cat to keep me company.
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