to help me and comfort me
when I need them both.
But no one is here
and I do the best that I can.
I move on and remember
that good times,
but I do not live in the past;
I just enjoy it, and look forward
to days which are filled with sun
and maybe you too, but likely not.
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This is the true measure of love: When we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us, and that no one will ever love in the same way after us.
Sea Breeze
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