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I was sitting in the chair on the beach in the back of the very same house where I moved to all those years ago to live with him.

I was my birthday today. I'm 85 and still strong.

I wondered in my mind back to Steve. How our lives would have been if he hadn't had died all those years ago.
If it wasn't of that one bullet 40 years ago on this day.
If he would have been sitting on that chair next to me, holding my hand in his right now.

He was the love of my life.
He was taken away from this world too soon.
He was taken from me too soon.

"Mom?! Are you OK?"
My lovely daughter walked to me.
Are you thinking about Steve again?
"Maybe," I smiled. I still loved him.

"Sometimes you'll have to tell me about this big love of yours."
"Sometimes." It still hurts too much.

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