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I feel a wave of sadness wash over me. It’s quick, just a second or so, but it leaves a mark that will take days to clear. I don’t know why I get this wave. It comes out of nowhere, steals my breath and is gone just as quickly. It leaves me feeling like I want to burst into tears, into sobs and wails. A heaviness on my heart, like something has been stolen. And then I remember… something has been stolen, and I’ll never get it back. A piece of me is missing. I regret, lament. Could it ever have been different? I doubt it, but still my mind plays with me, suggesting that if I’d just done something different. Tried a little harder, been more sensitive, maybe, just maybe you’d be here. I suppose there’s no undoing the past though, so I guess it’s these washes of sadness that I own now. I just wish its footprint wasn’t quite so big, and quite so deep.