Life goes
on.
That’s what
they say.
And they are
right.
Life does go
on, but, never as it did before.
She went
back to work.
Back to work.
She was kind
to people.
Kind to
people.
She spent
time with my kids.
Spent time
with my kids.
She took us on mini holidays.
Mini holidays.
She
constantly said how much she owed me.
How she
needed to pay me back.
How she
couldn’t have done it without me.
I admired her so much.
I ached for her so much.
I loved her so much.
I told her
that all the time.
Not just
once.
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