"I do too," he said softly. He couldn't imagine a version of him that didn't. Part of the difference, he suspected, was in how each version of him handled that. "Some days more than others, but... the feeling never quite goes away. But I also know that she wouldn't have wanted me- or anyone she cared for- to live in constant mourning. So I do my best to move forward, to honor her memory."
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