“I knew that you would understand. Only you,” said he.
“Always,” said she, gently massaging his back.
Their son sat wondering when his father would stop imagining his dead mother.
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An Author You'll Remember 
so poignant
✨🐉🌻🌱🌿🌳💚🙏🕉🕊☯
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Thank you so much for your kind words, Graham! 🙂
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Just wow 😯
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Thank you so much for your appreciation, Kushank! 🙂
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Stunning, Mia.
Memory sustains this man, but so too does anticipation.
If you make any claim of optimism, you have to believe at least a little hope cushions his loss too.
The observation has been made often before, but it’s not “goodbye,” but “au revoir.” Until we see you again…
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Thank you so much for your appreciation, Keith! 🙂
I really love your feedback as it helps me grow.
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Blew me away! Love this piece! ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
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I’m so glad to know that! Thanks a ton for your appreciation, Yeka! 🤗💕
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💎💙🌼⭐️
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Fabulous closing line – true love indeed.
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Thank you so much, Chrisnelson for letting me know what you loved most about my piece! 🙂
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So much to unpack here in so few words! I’m intrigued. 👌
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Thank you so much for your appreciation! 🙂
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How thoughtful!
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Thank you so much for your appreciation, Isha! 🙂
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You’re very welcome!
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