BEFORE I FORGET

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Ialmost gave up until 7 years after I finished college I saw her parents in NewYork when I flew in for a book signing of my fourth book. It was as if someoneup there was giving me a second chance. I felt all the anger from the years ofbeing away from her come back to me yet stayed calm as I walked toward them andpolitely greeted them. they were shocked to see me and I noticed that they werea bit worried and uneasy so I invited them to lunch which they agreed to. Theyasked me questions about how I'd been and what have I been doing since the lasttime they saw me, my answers were short and sweet. I grew very impatient asthey avoided bringing up Rora so I asked them to explain everything to mebecause they owe me that much after just leaving. They looked reluctant buttold me that aurora was sick and it wasn't like the flu but she had a raredisease and that she decided to leave because she couldn't bear to hurt melater on, at that moment It felt as if my heart had been ripped out of my chestand I felt sick to my stomach. I needed to see her to confirm what they weresaying so I asked her parents to let me meet her just once, they were againstit as it was her wish for me not to see her so I couldn't just show up there asit would cause problems but I couldn't give up on her so I went on my knees andbegged them, they reluctantly gave me the hospital's name that she was in. Thehospital was in New Zealand, at first I was shocked because all this time she'sbeen right by me and I didn't even know. Later on, did I realize why she wantedto leave me but it only made me love her more because of how pure and amazingshe truly was, she was fighting a rare sickness and yet she worried about how Iwould react to it? After I had visited her, I became quite familiar witheverything here and how they worked. I knew every nurse that attended to herand I knew her schedule for the day. Sometimes I would come in the morning justto change her flowers and see her once before leaving because I had a busy dayahead and sometimes I would sit by her bed writing in my journal until she wokeup. No matter how my day looked, I would always visit her even if it was for afew minutes

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