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There is a couple sitting side by side on a park bench, reading. These are the sort of moments I miss most in my own life. Reading in bed together. Lying in grass, half-napping under a blanket of sunlight. Writing for someone and saying, “This is for you.” Or, even better, saying “Thank you,” not in response to a word or action, but saying it because it is necessary. Thank you for existing. Thank you for sharing your life with me. Thank you for letting me share mine. Thank you for making everything seem better. Thank you for making me strive to be a better person. Thank you for not giving up.