Tears streamed down my face as I stood in front of the bookshop where we met. Why did you have to be taken so young? We had so much to do together; we had the rest of our lives to spend together. All I wanted to hear was your voice and have your arms wrap around me. This is not fair; we are so young and now, I grow old in spirit. The tears increase as I think about how you got to spend the rest of your life with me, but I can not do the same with you.
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