"The joy of looking at her face again, the joy of holding her again,
the joy of listening to her laugh again, the joy of hearing her voice again,
the joy of watching her eat again, the joy of looking at her hands again,
the joy of looking at her naked body again, the joy of touching her naked body again, the joy of kissing her naked body again, the joy of watching her frown again, the joy of watching her brush her hair again, the joy of watching her paint her nails again, the joy of standing in the shower with her again,
the joy of talking to her about books again,
the joy of watching her eyes fill up with tears again, the joy of watching her walk again,
the joy of listening to her insult Angela again, the joy of reading out loud to her again,
the joy of listening to her burp again, the joy of watching her brush her teeth again,
the joy of undressing her again, the joy of putting his mouth against her mouth again,
the joy of looking at her neck again, the joy of walking down the street with her again,
the joy of putting his arm around her shoulders again, the joy of licking her breasts again,
the joy of entering her body again, the joy of waking up beside her again,
the joy of discussing math with her again, the joy of buying clothes for her again,
the joy of giving and receiving back rubs again, the joy of talking about the future again,
the joy of living in the present with her again, the joy of being told she loves him again,
the joy of telling her he loves her again, the joy of living under the gaze of her fierce dark eyes again,
and then the agony of watching her board the bus at the Port Authority terminal on the afternoon of January third with the certain knowledge that it will not be until April, more than three months from now, that he will have a chance to be with her again."
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