Eighteen Long Years

You left 18 years ago.

I still miss you.

I think of you a lot.

Not a day has gone by when I haven’t thought of you.

How I wish I could share some of the moments of my life with you.

But you are not here.

How much hurt can one’s heart take?

How much grief can a person handle?

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