I remember how we met.
It wasn't like the movies usually portray love as.
It was in the most dirtiest manner.We were both offering our services to the community at the dung house.
Both covered in dungs, you offered your last drop of water to wash my face.How could I forget that divine moment.
Not only did you offer your water,along came your smile and love.We both found joy doing what we hated most because we got each other.
Such bliss was rare. I must say.Its a year and we get to work at the dung house again and celebrate our anniversary of'
But you're not here.You left me behind.
You broke your part of the promise.
You went off to join the Angels
I miss you.
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