But… I’m not happy. I like him so much. The things he says to me, the way he looks
But… I’m not happy. I like him so much. The things he says to me, the way he looks at me, the way it feels when he holds my hand—they’re all things I’ve never felt before when I was alive. They’re so warm, and I feel like my heart is softening. And I know… I’m not her. I’m just borrowing her body. It makes me so sad. Why didn’t I experience any of these things when I was alive, instead of when I’m dead? -- source link
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