"Maybe in another life, darling. You are the right person. There is just not enough time."
"Not enough time," she whispered, pressing her lips to the single rose that she laid at his grave. As a tear escaped her eyes she recalled the words he had told her the last time they had visited.
"Maybe in another life, we could be together."
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𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚)
Poetry"𝘐 𝘴𝘱𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘺𝘦 ; 𝘛𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘭𝘺 ; 𝘈 𝘱𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘑𝘶𝘭𝘺"
