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We might be world's apart,  but I can't help my heart.

We might be world's apart, but I can't help my heart.

A Story by Reanne

I can still remember the smell of her skin, her big brown eyes as big as the moon looking up at my as I kissed her hand wishing her a merry Christmas.. she wiped the tears of my cheeks.. she was so thin, so ill and in pain.

"She's passed away, I'm sorry she's gone" I never realised how muched I loved her and now she's gone I never got to tell her. How much she meant to me, she shown me to be strong even in the darkest of times.
My heart beat was so hard. My chest felt like it was caving in. It felt like i was drowing. She was my rock and now she was gone in a heart beat.
I miss her so much.

© 2016 Reanne


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A very sad short story. Most of us learn too late to appreciate the kind people in our life. I felt the sadness and the memory in your words. Thank you Reanne for sharing your words and your thoughts.
Coyote

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Added on August 16, 2016
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