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As I saw her lying on the hospital bed, memories flashed back.
I remembered the way her hair danced along with the wind.
I remembered the way her eyes sparkled whenever I told her how beautiful she was.
I remembered those sleepless nights we'd have just cuddling and talking about our day.
I remembered being the most over protective and jealous piece of shit. It's ok. She loved it.
Now, doctors say she's close to death.
Will I see her again?
Will those moments be memories, never to be done again?
My eyes soon became glossy.