I found your photograph yesterday.
It was a little faded, but I could still make out your handsome face.
And so I smiled. And then I cried.
The first tear shed was for our friendship.
The second was shed for when we first held hands.
The third was for our first hug.
The fourth for our first kiss.
The fifth for your first "I love you."
The sixth was for the day you left me.
The seventh for you moving on with someone else.
The eigth for being sick of grieving.
And the infinite others
for never letting go.
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