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  • Hidden away tucked beneath the heavy mattress and broken down box spring sat a very tainted and brown tinged piece of paper. Shane didnt remember putting it there.

    "Where did this come from he asked?"

    Shane had just lost the love of his life. The women who made him dig deep down inside and throw every barrier out of the door. The lady who he had asked to be his wife. The mother of his children. He broke down while cleaning the house and putting her things out of sight. He had to move on.

    Shane begin to unfold the paper, judging by the color of it and the dirt within the creases, it had to be old. What he found was a letter that read

    Dear Shane,

    If you found this letter its because I am now gone. Gone to the promise land. I want you know that I truly loved you, that you were my number one. When we met them umpteen years ago, you were my hero. My blanket to shield the storm. My only on one. When we walked on the beaches and drank wine together as the sun sank slowly below the horizon, leaving that heavenly glow among your face. Those were some of the most fondest of my memories. When we sat and gazed at the stars and you bought one and named it after me. I felt like a goddess among them in heaven. When you gave me the love and help to bring into the world Gods gift to us our twins, It was then that I fell in love with you all over again. As our children have grown and we have also, I begin to look back at our younger years and fall in love with them too. And as our kids have grown and have now given us grandchildren I hope that the love we have for them will make us fall in love all over agian. But now I am gone. And you know from this letter how much I love you. Now get back up and try try try

    Love Rosa

    By John Register

    All rights belong to Pink for the the music and photo.
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