Every now and then, I find myself sending her a picture to replace however she remembered me... I still hold close the memories of her next to me, in a dark room, where the only thing between us other than the bed sheets was the feeling of love... I held her close when she wept for her children and I identified with this pain... For her, it was as real as the bed in which we lay... But despite all the heart ache and the regret we shared we had this love that was... Simply put; amazing.. and I would no sooner exchange the sorrows that her & I felt for joy in complete multitude. For it was this common ground in which we found each other. And if I could say anything about the time we shared, it would be as simple as; I needed her at the time, and she needed me. However, if I tried to explain the complexities of how deeply in love her and I were... At the very least I could fill dictionaries with the ways in which we loved one another. That is how I feel about her. I can only hope she feels the very same. It was so bitter sweet, and yet, it couldn't have been any other way. Even after everything, I still love & miss her more than anything. When she left.. I guess, so did I.
Certainly, Uncertain.. I just need someone to understand. Is this a valid explanation?
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