The view is amazing from the Mass Ave Bridge. The Mass Ave Bridge has always been my favorite place in Boston. I love bridges. They're connectors, and that's what I like to do.
Mass Ave Bridge won't hold all good memories for me from here on out. Today was the first day I crossed the bridge since Rodley died. As I approached, I became nauseated and began to pray. While I was crossing, I slowed down, looking for him, looking for signs of him -nothing to be found. At the end of the bridge, I told him that I loved him and that I missed him.
I'm glad I'm leaving Boston now. I won't have to cross that bridge everyday.
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