I feel like a haunted house in an old Vincent Price movie. You are a ghost lurking in my darkened hallway. Creaky steps and shadowy basements, I hear you at every turn. Sometimes I am going about my day and a memory of you pops out of a secret passageway and frightens me. I often think that maybe I should have a priest or a ghost buster come and exorcise you from me. Would I miss you? Would the silence be deafening? Is it better to be alone and driven crazy by a memory? Or just alone?

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