I told Claire I love her. Whispered it into her ear, in fact, the morning of her birthday. It came to me all of a sudden to say it, I did, and found I might have meant it. She gave my arm a squeeze, my lips a kiss, and remained silent. I didn't mind. The moment felt good, and minutes later she said the same words into my ear that I'd blown into hers.
The airport goodbye was terrifically sad, the stuff of movies.
I miss her.
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