Times like these help me understand how folks believe in heaven. Oh, how I wish that I did. My consolation prize is love. When the body crumbles only love remains. I'm lucky. I've always been lucky. The love that I've seen, the love that has come to me, overwhelms me.
My own love has been watered with tears.
I guess I'm about the hokiest person in the world. I don't care. I love you.
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