On the night before we had to leave, an angel visited us in the darkness. We were crying in Elizabeth's bed, see, her and myself, just holding each other and crying, and then the angel came down on a moonbeam or something and spoke to us. Your love was pure and your happiness was genuine, and you should not weep for that, it whispered, and Elizabeth said, don't you think we know that.
Tuesday, June 05, 2012
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This made me sad. But ... as the old rockers say, love hurts.
Sorry for that, but love itself is beautiful!
So vivid. I could see you in the bed, holding each other and crying. Love it.
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