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Who gets to define US? This is the last place that I saw you, right in the words of this ad. Does this place or the last place I saw you define US? How about the song we hate written in your ad and my ability to see it. Does that define US? I have an extra large document envelope label fun together, packed full with every reminder I saved of each event. Do those things define US? 3 weeks ago we thought our definition of US had been made. Physical ties were cut. Phones, emails, & home addresses were gone. Our place was changed! Does that define US?Less than a week ago my intense grief over losing you made the decision to move 3000 miles to forget all the things I thought define US. My grief has me up at this hour, now 4:02 am to read The Inlander & I see this ad the day before my flight. What defines US? I learn. US is not a thought. US is a place we become. A place either of US may not want to be sometimes, or a place either of US may not to live without. US is a place we know, where the other is right there. I'll never be sorry for loving you to the moon and back.!