Maybe it never ends
It will always be layered underneath all my future stories
She is my story
I am her story
Like a ribbon
Gently but tightly weaved all throughout my life
Entwined within my very soul
She holds me together
She tears me apart at the very seams
Pulling me in every direction
Emotional turmoil
Our story strung together with ribbons of
Joy
Pain
Love
Loss
Hope
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