I was the first face you saw when you were born, you were bald as my hair ran black. Now yours the last face I saw before I died, your hair ran black, as I was bald.
Love in truth doesn't need any other adjectives it doesn't require modifiers it doesn't require the condition of perfection it only asks that you show up and do your best
In the end only three things matter how much you loved how gently you lived and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you
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