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  • I drove home as the sun set tonight with the windows down and the sunroof open, and I thought of you.

    Those few perfect days we had together. Days that, recounted, sound more like cheesy movie montages. But we were there, and they really happened.

    Buffeted by the warm summer wind as we sped down a lonely highway. The horizon rosy in the setting sun. You looked at me a long moment, then spoke. "You are so beautiful."

    And I was. And you were. And life was. For that moment.

    It didn't last. Nor did we. Now, you're gone forever. After living some life I was not a part of, one I know only bits and pieces about. It sounds like it was a good life. I do not begrudge you that. I've had a good life, too.

    Still, I miss you. I love you. I cry, sometimes, when I think of you.

    But I will never wish our moments away.

    They're my moments now.

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