Prologue

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I close my eyes deep in thought. Years have passed yet I'm still stuck in the past. The memories of those who have loved me; those who've turned their backs on me; those who left.

The memories of regrets.

Most of all, for us, are the memories we left unspoken.

"Myra." He calls out. I turn and saw him smiling at me. I smile glancing back one last time:

In Loving Memory of...

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