It was around eleven o'clock on a morning not unlike this morning, when eleven years ago today, I last heard the beloved one's voice.
He pled for mercy and forgiveness telling me of how he planned to change his life and of how I would be proud of him. I've often wondered what changes were wrought and if I would indeed be proud of him.
But of course, it mattereth not, because I never stopped loving him, even from across the many miles and years, he has always possessed the greatest part of my heart and thus here I am again wondering and remembering...
My greatest fear is that I may not live long enough to forget.
"Fear Eats the Soul"
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