Look, I know that there's nobody waiting for me on the other side of anything. That doesn't stop me from tearing up when faced with the beautiful stories of heaven and paradise, nirvana and rainbow bridges.
My angels come to me in dreams. Oh, they don't bring me important messages. Their fine, gossamer presence merely reminds me that love is eternal.
Someday I'll be the visitor. Remember that I love you.
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