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I miss her warmth and laughter.  I hold only happy memories of her in my heart.  I wish she knew that I honor and respect her. 

I long to write to her, but I fear anything I said would be held against me.

I don't know what she wanted, I just know that it wasn't me and for some reason she kept me hanging on, probably because I wanted it.  She's a giver.  She was good for me, mostly, and very good to me.

She is so graceful, witty, smart, beautiful, sexy.  Sure, she had some problems, but I was willing to be there for her, regardless.

All I can do is let time take it from me. I just wish it would hurry up!