A Writing Prompt

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Walking up this path, i remember so much. Nothing has changed but at the same time it has. The sky is the same, the flowers are the same, the path is the same, but there is something different, my best friend, standing at the end of the road. The look on her face says everything, she has waited sat to long for this moment, my best friend, my beautiful lover whom I have missed dearly. I run towards her and she jumps into my arms, I hole the bouquet of roses towards her and she smiles wildly, that smile, god I love that smile, she is beautiful. "I have been waiting for you to come home my dear." She says and I can hear her smile. "I know, but I am here now, you don't have to wait any longer, I will always come back" we stand there in the middle of the road not caring about te world or any other distraction, the only thing that matters is that I am here and I am holding her on my arms, and I will never leave her. She is my angel and I love her

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