A Tiny Memoir of How I Love Him Still

I thought I might try to compensate for not knowing how to fit my love into a net. Try as I might, it wiggled out of the pliable enclosure. No luck. And what is that anyway, some oddly shaped hyperbole meant to explain what should not have worked out but did. I could make a list of what I loved about him but didn't really, only I hate lists, pesky little hairballs only the best vets take the trouble to ferret out. 

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