I've been opening the boxes carelessly, looking for something I might have packed within them.

But on the top of this one, I find a very old picture: a rare picture of the two of us together, smiling, his arms around me.

I reach in and take the picture out carefully, afraid it will somehow turn to dust if I touch it.

I never realise I'm crying until I put it down.
and again  
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