Monday, August 29, 2011

"She was so in love with you
you had to elope. I can't imagine what it must be like to bury the love of your life and to have to sleep alone.
He was no saint but he prayed in his native tongue,
drove you everywhere, and slept by your side every night.
He loved you, and I loved you.
Maybe there is some solace in being loved."

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