Love ballads seem to make a lot more sense when you can actually identify with them.   Or think you can.  I guess I never really thought about how much losing you would hurt me when I still had you, and I thought something like what we had could just disappear.  Maybe I should have guessed.  Sure, you are a devout Catholinc and gay, so something was bound to come up.  But I never thought that could tear us apart.  Now, even though I still see you 5 hours a day, I haven't talked to you really for weeks.

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