Yet I refer to my receipt of communication via e-mail.
I have done nothing to deserve this.
I have been only me.
Me… seems to be enough.
I post with the thrill of life goes on.
I post humbly to the non-expected.
I post because there is life after sorrow.
There may be life after commitment to a forever… gone.
I post. Therefore I dream.
If I had never met you, I would not have liked you
If I hadn’t liked you I would never have loved you,
If I had not loved you I wouldn’t be missing you now
But I do...
And I am...
To really love someone is not finding someone to simply live with, it is finding someone
that you cannot live without..
Meeting you after all these years was fate or destiny, becoming close to you was a choice between us,
But falling in love with you was beyond my control as you, Patty, are so easy to love.
There is no recipe for this.
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