I am the only one now who dreams of us growing old together, hand in hand, kissing each other good night, remembering the day together, dreaming of the days to come - the dreams to come, smiling at each other when the grandkids come for Christmas.

I know people fall out of love, somehow in someway - I don't. Love stays with me waiting to return. I guess I just forget about love. Every now and then I remember it, or more truthfully, it remembers me. I want to hate past loves especailly my Love, but, it will not let me. It stays with me, reminding me of what it felt like, of the happiness that has left. Love taps me on the shoulder, always there, just to remind me it is still waiting. My Love, though, will never return. My love will never leave. Sometimes I want to throw it out, to be done with it. But, like an unwanted uncle, it refuses to leave. Well that is not exactly true - My Love has left. It is I that will not leave her.

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