Cards were always your way of expressing yourself best. I never bored of how you wrote "To My Beloved C****" or called yourself my "dearest of A*****s".
Writing them brought out a kind of poetry in you, comments about our relationship from an angle I wouldn't thought of... askew observations that always made you you.
The words are now too unbearable..... someday they will sing of all that you have forgotten.
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