⚡️; All We Have Is Now

e p i l o g u e

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It has been
exactly a
year.
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As I gently lay flowers on his grave, my heart drops. This bright light was dimmed too soon. I notice a tuft of grass growing on his grave. This wasn't there last time.

  To me, the grass growing was metaphorical for the earth moving on. If the earth could move on, maybe I was ready to too.

  I kissed my finger and rubbed it on his tombstone. "I love you Jason, and I will love you forever. I may move on, but I will never stop loving you."

»the end«

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