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Another Year Without You


Three years ago as the sun set as we trodded the path back home, we were there together, talking of how beautiful life is. The happiness that enveloped me was most unusual. I saw in you a different me.


The memories of those times were still vivid in my mind. The words you said, the way you looked at me, the way you smiled. How could I forget the beauty of the time? It is forever etched in my heart!


Now as I look back, I always picture a glorious moment. How could someone like you come into my life? You may not know it but you have changed me and transformed my life into a meaningul existence. You give me more reasons to life and to enjoy life.


As I am here and you are there, miles away from each other, distance is no barrier. I sense that you think of me. I feel the warmth of your breathe. I hear the sound of your whisper. I feel you.


In the midst of my loneliness and emptiness, I know you think of me. Though at the moment we are at the mercy of our trust to each other, we sacrifice the time to discover more of life, to discover more about us.


Each night that the moon shines, it reminds me of a promise to behold as we look at the same bright night. My heart will forever be grateful in having you. My life is not a life without you.


Hoping that the years will be kind to us.

I love you, ma.

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