Have just Facebooked DM, just to make sure he knows I'll be visiting San Francisco in October, and just to make sure he knows that I haven't (and won't be!) suggesting meeting up with him!
I may still miss him - there may be days when he is still in my head, and posting stupid pictures of his fucking wife and dog may still right royally fuck me off - but I know there is no point in seeing him. If I hadn't already learnt it, then August finally brought that home.
He is gone. I am surviving. It is what it is!
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