I once was in love. In love
with this man, now I'm just
a woman with a broken
heart. I dream of the past
what it was like, to be
in his arms on the couch
snuggling together.
How we told each other
everything, and did every
-thing together, and
how we aged together.
Now I just sit in this cold
house alone, thinking of him.
I still love him.
But I can't do anything
to get him back
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Another Short Story
Short StoryI short story of a woman's husband dying and I wrote both sides of what they were thinking. Hope you like.
