Long, but worth reading.
A boy and a girl were madly in love. The boy
would constantly visit the girl and kiss her.
The girl would tell the boy about her day,
and then stare into the boy's big blue eyes.
The girl found herself falling more in love
with each day she was with him. They
never left each other's sides. They were
constantly laughing and making jokes.
They would both text each other in the middle
of the night. Until one day, the boy made love
to the girl. Their bodies shared passion. And for
one night the girl felt complete with herself.
When the boy woke up to leave the next morning
he kissed her on the forehead and said, "I love you."
He climbed into his car and waved goodbye. The
girl waited for him to call all night. There was no
text, no call, no IM, or anything. She went to sleep
with tears in her eyes. The next morning, a cop
came knocking on her front door. He explained
to her that the boy was in a severe accident, and died.
The girl didn't know what to do. She spent
the rest of the the year crying, and moping. She
refused help or reassurance. The girl grew up to
marry and have three kids. But each night, she
takes out that boys picture and kisses it. Because
she knows that the love she had with that boy
still existed, and it always would.
She never got her final goodbye. ♥
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