Prologue

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I loved her. I truly, truly loved her. Never in my life have I ever felt this way about anyone else. And now she's gone. The only thing I have left of her are the memories we shared.

Every day, I forget that she left us. Some days I wake up and turn over to the empty bed and start crying. I get so angry. She didn't deserve this. No one does. Why did this have to happen to my everything?

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