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To My Widowed Wife


Hey Sasha,

Once again, you cried yourself to sleep today. It has already been a year . Why don't you try to forget me? Why don't you try to let go..................?

I still remember the first time we met. You were always so sure of everything.You were sure of what you wanted. I was the lost soul . Seeing you look ahead with all your might gave me courage and hope. I still remember that look in your eyes - the confidence sparkling in those deep blue oceans.

You gave me a reason to live. When everything went wrong, you asked to look left. you laughed for the silliest of reasons. You laughed as if nothing in this world bothered you.  I love the way your eyes lit up when you laughed. even though you tried to act strong ,to never cry, i still loved the way your lips would tremble trying to fight back tears . You made me feel as if i was the strong one - always comforting you. But thinking back now, you were stronger than me. You made me feel needed.

I remember everything we did and everything we ever planned to do. I know i left leaving a lot of promises unfulfilled. I'm sorry that we had so little time together.But even an eternity with you wouldn't be enough.

I remember the lost look in your eyes when you sat outside the hospital room waiting for me to open my eyes and take you in my arms.I remember the light going out in your eyes when the doctor said he tried his best but it was not enough. i remember the last bit of hope dying in your heart as you saw my casket being lowered to the grave. I remember you falling to the ground in an attempt to kiss me one last time.


It has already been a year. Everything around you has changed. The world has forgotten me and moved on. Memories of me have been shoved aside from my friends' minds. And yet you still try to hang on to the past...............

Even though we promised each other that we will stay by each others' side forever, you don't have to keep that promise anymore. you can let go of me now. You can let go of our promises and our dreams of clay. All those times when you think you are alone and cold, i've been there right next to you. Whenever you've broken down in your room, i have always been there watching you from a distance. without you realizing it, i will lent you my shoulders to cry. i'll be your shadow all the time. i'll be in this wind that ruffles your hair. I'll be in the soft words of people - always trying to wipe away your tears. So you can let go of me darling. Live your life. Even though i know it's not easy, you've got to do your best .Whenever you fall down and scrape your hands, i'll be the hand that lifts you up. so live - smile again

Someday when you'll finally start to forget me , Someday when you meet a new guy who makes you laugh that crinkly eyed laugh again , then i'll start to disappear. Without you even realizing it, i'll slowly fade into oblivion. I'll let you go...............

But until then I'll always be here with you - Maybe holding your hand.Sometimes as a soothing touch. Maybe as a kind neighbour. Maybe as a friend long forgotten...... So don't feel afraid. Look on ahead and take that first step again . Dream, race ahead with full energy, collide into something, fall down and then......get up again.

I'll always be here in your heart.

With love,

Steve


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