Don't.
Well, that's what I've always heard.
I don't know what's going on, with you, or me, or us. You said you had to gut through some things. I guess it's time for all of us to either crap or get off the pot, as the saying goes.
I'm not afraid of change, but I am afraid of screwing up. We deserve sanity, at some point.
The thought of being without you close by scares me. There, I said it.
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