Her love flooded his world. It stayed even when she left. Her love is constant. Immeasurable. It conquers anger and ties her regrets. She may be gone but her love stays. Like all broken flowers, her beauty wasn't in her petals but in the way she grew and how her love grew with her and reached him even in his darkest corners. She was a light at the end of the hall, burning to bright to be touched, but a guide in the distance, for her love was to concentrated to keep, but her love will always stay. In the distance far, far away.
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