Having had enough nostalgia for the evening, i closed the box of unsorted photos and slid it back under the bed. She'd been gone a year and a half but I still found myself performing this same ritual every Saturday night.
"It's time to move on, Leslie told me from the doorway, leaning against it with a sad smil. "It's been long enough. It's healthy and normal and all of that."
I sighed, getting up from the floor. "I'd like to. I really would. But it is hard to go through the normal stages of grief when you insist on haunting me."
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