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You know what actually hurts the most? What hurts, is not saying what you have always wanted to say before it’s too late. Almost taking advantage of the one you have because they’re always around. You never think anything bad will happen to them, so you don’t appreciate them as much as you should. You just wish that you had one moment with them, one last time to tell them how much you love them. You just want to hold them in your arms one last time. You just want to see their smile one last time, you want to hear their laugh, and you just want to hear their voice. One more moment with them can change your life forever. It hurts when you love one person more than you have ever loved anyone in your life, including yourself and you don’t have them anymore. It’s when you see them every day of your life and then suddenly it stops. It stops because a drunk driver, because of suicide, because of a fire, because of loss of breath, because of a homicide, because of starvation, because of storms. Not for me though, she left me because she got punished. She got punished by a sick disease called cancer. This tells a beautiful story that people may die, but love never does. Will he be able to get through everything with the help of his girlfriends letters she left him before her death, or will he break before then? Please read and tell me what you think. FIRST STORY.
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