It Wasn't chance that brought me to her. (Or at least I like to believe it wasn't.) It was fate, it was whatever.... whoever was up there. A cruel yet compassionate bieng that took pitty on me and my misery. Whatever it was brought some light into my fuckedupedness. My Claire. My light my becon of hope. My everything. Even though it hurts now.. I can't quite regret my love for her. Staring at her in that box... so still... so lifeless. I will never see her smile ever again. I think tears falling down my face. Misery and anigst filling me up. We ... I will always have the memory of the most wonderful, glorious summer of my life. I closed my eyes bitterly smiling. I will always have her memory.
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